NaNoWriMo approacheth

We're moving tomorrow, in case you missed my poem, so I doubt I'll have time to blog until the evening. Only then will you learn what body part I accidentally crushed/flayed/pierced in the act of unpacking. (Yeah, right -- like I'm gonna finish unpacking tomorrow. Dream on.) Three days left to plan for NaNoWriMo. My muse is attacking this task with all the fervor of two Mormon boys on bicycles being told, "Park those bikes, boys, come in, and set a spell." Note that my muse is so taxed by NaNoWriMo that she has no energy left over to craft humorous metaphors. Here's a glimpse. Working title: Get Well Soon Blurb: An ambitious young alien plots to make his fortune by abducting Earth's finest greeting card writer. Main character: Pip, a Benevolent*. Highlights: Hollywood snark, clever digs at cyberpunk, surprising plot twists, a hard-as-nails love interest, lots of action, kinky extraterrestrial sex, and more! D. *For everyone out there who is not Debi or Maureen, the Benevolents are Whitley Strieber-style aliens (you know -- Communion?) who have an obsessive fondness for human culture and Earth contraband.