Whim has once again made me change my blog theme.  It may change again soon, or it may stay like this for a few months.  Who knows?  Not me.

At least I’m not fiddling with the HTML…

Still writing.  My buffer has gone to hell, but it’s still there.  In degrees.  While Dad sleeps, I writes.  And when he’s awake, I surf.  All praise the glorious Lap Devil!

NaNoWriMo, as a contest, doesn’t mean as much as it did the first year.  I know I can do 50,000 words.  It’s the actual finishing up of the novel I have problems with.

Which is what this year’s goal is.  No matter whether or not I hit 50k by Nov. 30, I’m still going to be writing until the novel’s done.

This site might be a little boring while it goes on.  I do apologize.

Todd and Mom have taken Dad into the hospital for chest pains.  More when there’s more.

UPDATE: Hospital stays mean a whole lot of waiting around. Currently, I am waiting with Dad. A Cath lab is in the eventual future.

Unless I slept through it. Heh heh, kind of dozed off.

In any case, I’ve been keeping myself in trouble. Set up my own MySpace account.

Why? Damnifino. Seemed like something to have.

Better than thinking what this newest trip into the land of duck sounds mean.

You might want to think about that last one a second. Meanwhile, the waiting continues. More word when we (i.e. I) get it.

UPDATE PART TWO:  It’s looking like bypass isgo for next Monday.  And the worrying begins… now.

Sasquatch broke his big foot yeti carries on. Abominably.

–For posterity, and for my mom.

NaNoWriMo 09 Status 010A meh day word count wise, but in terms of the craft, something interesting happened.  I might talk about it tomorrow (it’ll be the post without LEO in the title.)  Assuming I can still do non-NaNoWriMo posts

Oh!  Also.  I got Day 8’s count wrong yesterday.  Surprise.  It was 15066.

Hey, don’t say no one cares. You never know.   One day that might be a trivia question.

NaNoWriMo 09 Status 009First off, yesterday was 15223 something.  Don’t hold me to that, though.  Didn’t keep good track.

Anywho.  Two days ahead.  Don’t wanna gloat, but… Never been two days ahead before.

Don’t… don’t check the archives, okay?  Let us pretend I’m right, if just this once.

Each novel I done for NaNoWriMo I’ve liked more than the one before.  This one’s no exception.  I think having some of the ground work done ahead of time helped.

Of course, I’ve more or less abandoned the written outline/reached the end of the notes, and am now relying on the outline I’ve got in my head.

I have also fallen asleep and have forgotten to post this on time.  Well now.

Still working, but I wanted to note here that my first homage to The Venture Bros has died a painless death.  Not because of plot or assassination, but because he shuffled off the literary coil while I wasn’t looking.

He won’t be missed.

FUTURE CULLEN sez: Whoops, spoke too soon.  He’s back, but not as big as I thought he was.  In-ter-est-ing.

NaNoWriMo 09 Status 007Hi ho.  We’re moving forward.  Trouble is, I don’t like the text as much as I like some of the stuff I plan to cut.

Oh well.  Chapter two moves forward.  And looks shorter than chapter one.

As I feared, the writing wheels are spinning like mad, but are getting no traction.  I know what I want to write, but getting it out’s a bear.  I’ll be happy if I hit 13336 today.

Yep.  Complaining about maybe not staying a day ahead.  Dunno about you, but I likes it.

NaNoWriMo 09 Status 006

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