I know what you’re thinking – “It’s mooooo. Everywhere a moo-moo.” Nope. This has nothing to do with Old McDonald Had A Farm. It’s about challenges, travels, and imagination.
October was drawing to an end. I had just returned from visiting friends and family on the east coast. Besides having a good time, I was chomping at the bit to get back to finishing a novel I had begun over the summer. Signing up for NaNoWriMo seemed to be the best motivation for lighting a fire under my
beauteous butt bulbous bottom in order to work toward that end.
In addition, PiBoIdMo struck my fancy. November was proving to be the month singled out for firing up the ol’ imagination. Besides, how hard could it be? It wasn’t like I had to come up with a full picture book text every day for a week. That’s more of a NaPiBoWriWee thing, not to be confused with RhyPiBoMo or ReviMo. For those of you who are not familiar with this bevy of moes (plural of mo according to DoDiUpWo, Donna’s Dictionary of Made Up Words), National Novel Writing Month, when followed to the letter, should leave you with a 50,000 word work-in-progress and Picture Book Idea Month? 30 picture book ideas in 30 days. Too ambitious? Naaaaa. At least, it shouldn’t be.
Well, actually, it’d be
like pushing a boulder uphill with a spoon a SNAP, if I could just get away, alone, to an internetless, one room cabin in the woods with pizza delivery. However, since La Piazza doesn’t deliver to California from Long Island (yes, it’s always all about food) I’ve decided to share a taste of my travels in order to have a little mo time to wri my no and come up with a PiBoId before midnight…
Is there a better way to start a trip than at sunrise?
Black hole? Worm hole?
How did I end up arriving in a titan’s pie hole?
It should have been Newark, not Land of the Giants
Wake up sir – we’ve got to run!