Ahem.

It's November. Standard posting rules no longer apply... but that's no excuse for rudeness on my part.

Good evening folks. As I'm sure you are aware, it's National Novel Writing Month. Which means that I have to churn out fifty thousand words of story by the end of the month. What you may not be aware of is the fact that, on the first, I abandoned the diligent notes and scetched-in outlines I'd been planning for several months, and started writing some crap about orcs off the top of my head. No, seriously. I have no idea where this book is going, and I am currently one (1) day behind in my writing. Now, tomorrow I have off of work, for some reason, so I can make up for it, but still... poor start to a NaNo. PLUS, I'm one of the twenty volunteers representing New York City in our wordcount competition with Boston, so I have to, at a minimum, gat the proper fifty thousand, so as not to let my people down. It's slightly exhilerating, but it cuts into my free time something fierce.

I... I have other things going on in my life, but I don't really feel like talking about them right now, so I'll talk about them later. Perhaps when I'm taking a break from writing fiction, and writing grim truth will seem like a welcome reprieve.

Goodnight!