November just around the corner

It's been over a year now, since my writing-melody has stuck like a broken record. Okay, there have been some patches of cloudless skies (What Remains, Quintile, Memory(FeelIt)Now), but they have something in common: they're series of drabbles. I plot longer things, start to write them, but I do not finish them. I need to fix this stutter. I need a writing-catharsis, a typewritten epiphany, a free-flow marathon to make me forget about closed structures and filigree repetitions.

And look, it'll be November in no time at all.

I did it once, in 2003, ending up with 50,000 words that formed two-thirds of a rather good novel that still needs an ending and a place in the top 20 forum posters. In 2004 I started, then broke down as my ilness returned with a vengeance. Now it's 2005, and I don't want a plot, sense, rhyme nor reason. There will be castles and aristocrats, heather and magic and blood.

Since I don't plan for it to be publishable in print, I might even post it online.

Once more unto the breech.

NaNo or bust.

PS: My NaNo theme song for this year: INXS - Elegantly Wasted

Kitten update. With photos.

Five weeks ago, I brought a small furball home.

Now the furball is bigger. Very much so.

( Lestat the Teenage Vampire )