Then, around six p.m., I will walk up Sixth Street to Bruce Avenue, along Bruce to Seventh Street, and down Seventh toward Old Victoria Road, hoping to meet Jane and Franco along the way. They will be out walking as well, and we will all be hoping to meet the Olympic flame as it is carried along that route. I may dress up in a Hallowe'en costume for the occasion, but I'm not sure.
After that, I will go home and be on Trick or Treat duty for a while. We don't usually get many Hallowe'en visits, and I suspect that the flu scare will keep the volume down tonight, so I may have a bag of candies to consume while I work on my novel. (It's a dirty job....)
Finally, I will start the serious countdown to midnight and NaNoWriMo. My fingernails are suitably short now. I've been filing them shorter and shorter over the last week, bringing them gradually down to ideal typing length -- not so long as to get in the way, but long enough to create a satisfying click when they hit the keys. I have put direct links to NaNoWriMo and My Writing Nook here at The Turtle, so that I don't have to waste time going through Google to get there.
By the way, if you write, and if you haven't discovered My Writing Nook, do have a look at it. It's a very spiffy little no-frills writing venue that enables you to sit at Starbucks (or in The Vault!) and work on your current opus online. I don't know why I find it so much more satisfying to work online than in Word, but I do. My plan is to write everything to My Writing Nook and e-mail my work to myself, day by day, as a backup.
Right now, though, my plan is to go to the NaNoWriMo site and wave, hoping somebody will notice me and come to The Vault to join me. Happy Hallowe'en, everybody.