So you filled your hands

So, it's been a few days. And it's funny, because I really am feeling that old "...wait, this is over? I have free time? That's not right." I've actually been doing a little writing each day in December already, though not very much. I have about 750 words that I'm hoping to expand tonight, and I really don't want to lose the November momentum. I've got a few unfinished paper mache projects sitting around my apartment, and I'm not willing to have this story languish like they are. (Granted, this is not National Paper Mache Project Month, so there's a bit of a differential there, but that's beside the point.) My hope is really to have this draft onto paper by Christmas. I have so many other projects to work on, including the post-apocalyptic Americana short story collection and the Prometheus retellings, not to mention the secondary characters from The Falling Woman itself that need short stories.

Speaking of which, holy wow, I am so enthralled with Gabourey Sidibe. And how unbelievably gorgeous is she? I think she's turned into my model for Imber's mom. Doesn't she strike you as a potential pirate queen? (The picture comes from this article. I haven't seen Precious yet, but I very much hope she proves the writer wrong. Seriously, she's so freaking charming and happy!)