Perpetually Unfinished
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Sorry for being incommunicado for so long. It's for several reasons:
1) Every word I can spare is going into my NaNovel. As of this moment, my total is 24,120 words. So, a little off pace (I should be at 25,000 as of yesterday), but traveling for work is throwing me off a bit. I shall blabber more about NaNoWriMo at a later date, though.
2) Traveling for work. I have been to Iowa twice in the last two weeks, and am probably going again next week. Hence the picture (although I took that one over Labor Day weekend). Anyway, Iowa is flat and boring and big. (It always looked small to me on the map, but really it's about the same size as Pennsylvania, which I always thought was really big. I think I just thought "PA is bigger than NJ, so PA is big, but Iowa is smaller than Illinois, so Iowa is small." Yeah, it doesn't make a lot of sense.) Anyway, the point of all that is that it takes a long time to drive to the middle of Iowa from Chicago. And then you think, "Oh, it'll be great, because I'll have hours at night in the hotel room to write," but sitting on your ass in a car for hours is actually surprisingly tiring, and all you want to do is lie in bed and watch silly shows on HBO.
3) The desire to be eloquent and profound in my entries. As you can probably tell from this one, I've decided, screw that.
Anyway, so, what else is new? More Dave-->Britt visitors from interesting places, who I shall again call out by name in hopes that they will say hello. We've got: Kansas City, Missouri; Newark, NJ; Chicago, IL (come on, if you're right here in Chicago, you've got to identify yourself!); and Columbus, Ohio. Except that I know that the Columbus one is Shara Celi, because she was nice enough to e-mail and say hi (and I will repay her by replying eventually, really!). See? Be like Shara.
Also, it's goddamn cold and windy in Chicago today. The temperature is 26 degrees, but the wind chill is 12. The wind is 23mph, gusting to 32mph. (Thanks, Weather.com!) It's really no fun.
Okay, when I start talking about the weather, I think it means it's time to stop. (Also, I make too many parenthetical statements.)
(2) comments
1) Every word I can spare is going into my NaNovel. As of this moment, my total is 24,120 words. So, a little off pace (I should be at 25,000 as of yesterday), but traveling for work is throwing me off a bit. I shall blabber more about NaNoWriMo at a later date, though.
2) Traveling for work. I have been to Iowa twice in the last two weeks, and am probably going again next week. Hence the picture (although I took that one over Labor Day weekend). Anyway, Iowa is flat and boring and big. (It always looked small to me on the map, but really it's about the same size as Pennsylvania, which I always thought was really big. I think I just thought "PA is bigger than NJ, so PA is big, but Iowa is smaller than Illinois, so Iowa is small." Yeah, it doesn't make a lot of sense.) Anyway, the point of all that is that it takes a long time to drive to the middle of Iowa from Chicago. And then you think, "Oh, it'll be great, because I'll have hours at night in the hotel room to write," but sitting on your ass in a car for hours is actually surprisingly tiring, and all you want to do is lie in bed and watch silly shows on HBO.
3) The desire to be eloquent and profound in my entries. As you can probably tell from this one, I've decided, screw that.
Anyway, so, what else is new? More Dave-->Britt visitors from interesting places, who I shall again call out by name in hopes that they will say hello. We've got: Kansas City, Missouri; Newark, NJ; Chicago, IL (come on, if you're right here in Chicago, you've got to identify yourself!); and Columbus, Ohio. Except that I know that the Columbus one is Shara Celi, because she was nice enough to e-mail and say hi (and I will repay her by replying eventually, really!). See? Be like Shara.
Also, it's goddamn cold and windy in Chicago today. The temperature is 26 degrees, but the wind chill is 12. The wind is 23mph, gusting to 32mph. (Thanks, Weather.com!) It's really no fun.
Okay, when I start talking about the weather, I think it means it's time to stop. (Also, I make too many parenthetical statements.)
