35,023 Words and Why Does Everyone Keep Thinking They're Behind!!

Listen, today's goal (the 21st) is 35,007 words. We are all on track, with the possible exception of Heather, who decided to write 1 and a half novels in 31 days. We are getting there, we are all going to make it!!
I wanted to respond to Indigo's comment on my last blog posting... obviously the sisters I am writing about are not at all like any of us, but this novel this year is a love letter to my sisters, because without my sisters, I don't know what I would do. The description of sisterly love and camaraderie is real. I know morale is low, I know this has been a tough month for everyone, but WE CAN DO THIS BECAUSE WE ARE AWESOME AND WE ARE THE ONLY FAMILY I KNOW THAT DOES THIS!! This year has seen an explosion of Esmonde hilarity... the addition of N*SYNC, Globetrotting Gurlz embarrassing travel moments, the booze-laden energy drinks, the Encarnacion family, including Gordon Encarnacion, and basically every word Jackie has written (she's really bringing the noise this year)... so chin up everyone, the finish line is in sight. Now somebody give me a HELL YEAH!

I think I've been watching too many sports shows and sports-related documentaries lately. Incidentally, why hasn't anyone made a documentary about EsNoWriMo??(HBO, I'm looking at you).

So... I'll not keep you waiting any longer, I know you've all tuned in for another excerpt, and here it is...

“Oh for Jesus’ sake, Prudence, spit it out!”
“I can’t go back there, I can’t!” she managed to choke out between sobs. “Oh, Grace! Everything is falling apart!” Prudence fell sobbing into her sisters arms, unfortunately getting tears and snot all over her sister’s red fitted hoodie and white graphic t-shirt. Grace patted her on the back, and waited for the crying to stop before asking what was wrong. Prudence explained about the paternity request from Grayson (a surprise to Grace, since she had also believed that Prudence had gone the artificial insemination route, though in hindsight, Prudence had been astonishingly sketchy on the details, and when pressed had said ‘Holy crap, Grace, I never expected the Spanish Inquisition!’, which had naturally led to a 5 minute dramatization of the ground-breaking and hilarious Monty Python sketch, and the matter was dropped between them), she also explained about her crush on the local law enforcement official (Grace shuddered at the thought of her sister being involved with a police officer, but said nothing), and how he had been the one to deliver the court notice, and how humiliating it had been!! Grace knew a thing or two about humiliation, and if her sister hadn’t been so distraught, she would have told her that unless her experience involved Mexican bean dip, the family dog, a used tampon, and her crush’s parents, she had endured nothing.

“Prudence,” Grace said, her voice much calmer than she felt on the inside, “do not worry for one second that they will take Griffin away from you. They will do that over my dead body, do you hear me?” Prudence nodded, comforted but unconvinced. Grayson and his father were so influential. Grace knew what Prudence had forgotten though, that the Hamiltons were small fry. Big fish only because they swam in a small pond. Well, they had just met their match in the Storey sisters, because Grace would call down the thunder if she had to, her baby sister would not be railroaded by a bunch of pissant douchebags. Yes, you can quote her on that.