It's National Novel Writing Month again.
This is my fifth year, I only failed last year due to lack of solid idea, and a trip to china. The Woe. This year a very idea is loose and at 3000 words a sense of my own mystery, and the fact I've been harping on the same damn novel forever. The same ideas. Who cares eh? Taking my time with this one. Got my little zone, my accouterments. My spell checker... see accoutremonts. Got the Velvet Underground and about three hours of Sister Ray, at least. Got daylight saving time revocation on my side.
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