Nov 01, 2006 22:50
Getting organized. Going through all my clothes, taking inventories of things, figuring out new budgets, new priorities, new schedules and plans and projects.
Lovely, fancy dinner with fancy pants. It's November, mark it off on the calendar. I'm writing like I have a belly full of duck, which I do. Rich food always makes me write with my head backwards, like that time with the fish. What I mean to say is my evening was wonderful. I had a wonderful evening with wonderful company and I feel just wonderful.
I'm going to write a terrible 50,000 word novel this month. Wish me luck. Just now I wrote 117 words and started my protagonist off in a sterile cell waiting to be executed and preparing to tell his story. I think this will be easy if I can stick to it. I promise my story will have aliens and robots, at least. My plan is to figure I'll spend approximately 20 days out of 30 writing (as a conservative way of estimating) and try to write 2500 words a day. I don't have much of a plot in my head, but that's what writing a novel in a month is all about, I guess. I know it's about aliens and a time-traveling inventor from the early 1900's.