Note to self:
This is an epic about questing and the dangers of self-expression. The story is about a depressed investor. It starts in a space elevator. The story begins with someone changing clothes, climaxes with a promotion, and ends with a resignation. The religion of the world will turn out not to be what it seems.
Also: The story ends during an eclipse. A character gives birth, and the action has far better results than expected. A character is negative throughout most of the story. During the story, a character finds a long-lost relative.
Thank you, Seventh Sanctum Story Generator.
In other news, bleh. In other news, I feel better. With ruffwriter's awesome writer's-block-killing trick, I wrote a bit, and I suppose I'll try and do some more work tomorrow during the day.
I read Kafka's Metamorphosis last night. Good, but not something to read when you're already feeling a little down, because, wow.