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Finally decided to take a look at this NaNoWriMo thing which several people on my friends list keep talking about - apparently it's where you try to write 50,000 words or 175 pages of fiction before the end of November. The way everyone makes it sound I was expecting it to be something hugely important and exciting but unfortunately it's not. At least for me. There's no reward for it of any kind. You just do it to say that you did it. Now there's nothing wrong with that, but I'm having enough trouble figuring out where to start with getting my 600 page novel that took me four years to write published without taking another month off to write 175 pages of something that won't be published at all. So that idea's gone. Good luck to all of you partaking of it, but it's not my bag, baby.

I didn't get as far in my novel editing today as I should have, but I didn't do too bad. Nor did I practice the guitar for as long as my fingers hungered to do it. (I've decided to start over again from the ground up, relentlessly teaching myself music theory until I have grasped it once and for all.) I blame the PS2. Apparently it doesn't matter if I stay off Yahoo messenger as I will still find ways to waste time.

A few people on my friends list for whom I care greatly seem to have had particularly rotten days in this last 24 hours. You know who you are, so I just want to say to you that no matter who belittles you, who tells you that you don't matter, or who ignores your existence altogether, that you have had a profound effect on my life and that even though the flimsy facade of the internet may be our sole form of communication, I cannot imagine my life without you. So never give up the fight.

The beautiful, haunting October fog we've had all night seems to have blown off. How very disappointing.

Addendum

I am looking forward to getting home this morning. It is one of the few days when neither of my parents will be there. I love my folks and get along superbly with them, but I am a solitary person by nature and living by myself for six years only enforced this. I just need to have quiet time by myself every now and then in order to function and I NEVER get it anymore. It's gotten to the point where yesterday I heard from an old friend who told me she's now living in the KC area and my reaction, instead of being "Yay! Angie's here! We can hang out and have fun!" was "Oh great. I'll have to call her/hang out with her." Now that's not the way I think of my old friend AT ALL, nor should it be, but that is the way I start to get when I haven't had any alone time. Any "me" time, as it were. Everything and everyone can appear as a threat to my solitude and peace at any time. So I plan to make the most of this morning, just get real comfortable and maybe just doze off in my chair watching TV.

On a completely unrelated note, it's a sure sign you've been on LJ too much when you're typing a document in Microsoft Word and without thinking try to insert the HTML tag for itallics instead of just pressing the handy itallics icon on the screen.