Finger-tappin' Good.
Not Dave Chapelle or Black Seeds, but Nano. 'Tis going well, peoples - going well, although I'm a tad behind, thanks to some unforseen events eating some of my November days. Three strong threads, one of which came in a dream, are doing the business to the fledgling novel. The Manpet, aka Mr. Dir, has been having a quiet read and he says he really, really likes it, that the characters are real and vivid and that they make him laugh.
Mind you, a good spouse might well say that anyway, mightn't he.
I think it mebbe lacks depth, but hey - it's no literary masterpiece, more an exploratory riff into a wee theme 'round nanobots, megalomania and displaced persons trying to build a new life in an unknown environment. Meh.
But the main thing is, not any quality, but that I'm enjoying the process, enjoying seeing the MC's do their thang, sometimes completely off their own bat.
Now, must away to tap some more.
Mind you, a good spouse might well say that anyway, mightn't he.
I think it mebbe lacks depth, but hey - it's no literary masterpiece, more an exploratory riff into a wee theme 'round nanobots, megalomania and displaced persons trying to build a new life in an unknown environment. Meh.
But the main thing is, not any quality, but that I'm enjoying the process, enjoying seeing the MC's do their thang, sometimes completely off their own bat.
Now, must away to tap some more.