As we've posted about earlier, the deadline for this years Fiction 101 contest has been bumped up. I know, I post about it a lot, but it's a fairly big event in our lives this time of year. We love writing for it. I'm posting the call for entries here in case anyone else wants to try it out. You don't need to be from the area, and you'd never know it, but trying to pen a story in exactly 101 words is a blast. So I'm doing a call for entries, in addition to the BW's already adequate call for entries.

If you choose not to enter, then wish us luck. There are always some great stories published and competition should be fierce.

Transaction from last night's dinner:

Noah (from under the table): Hey! Your table is talking! You have a talking table!
Luke: My table is talking?
Table: Yeah!
Luke: Hey table, what is the meaning of life?
(pause)
Table: What did you say?!

We voted, did you?

No hassle, no lines, just helping to make history.

So, as planned, On Halloween night, we went to the NaNoWriMo Insanity All-Night Write-In (we didn't come up with the name). It was at this cool little independent book store in Boise. So we got all dressed up (an event in itself) and headed out.

Dani went as an environmentally friendly fairy. She made this entire costume out of grocery sacks (to be recycled later, of course):



I like my costumes to be a bit more on the traditionally scary side. I tore some holes, spilled some blood of the innocent, sliced a gash in my face, and went for the zombie look. Zombies are very in right now:



When we arrived at the party, we had missed most of the get-to-know-you games. That's good, neither Dani or myself liked kindergarten the first time. When midnight hit, we started writing. Two hours straight. As the name might imply, it was insanity.



Afterward, we hit up Merrit's country cafe for a world famous scone. The place was filled with the usual creepy Merrit's folk, only...you know...dressed up as horrifying ghouls and such. We downed a cinnamon sugar scone, and headed home. It wasn't much, but it's nice to be out sometimes and remember that we're not quite in our sixties yet.