So today’s launch of my NaNoWriMo novel got off to a fairly auspicious start with 3,118 words. Based on my days off during the month of November, I have a total of 18 confirmed days in which to write, meaning that I have to write at least 2,777 words each day.
So as I said, it’s an auspicious start.
It was also a pretty brutal start. I hadn’t really intended for it to start off so dark and vicious.
I mean, I knew there were going to be dark elements but, even so, it was a bit rough.
It’s not totally vicious or anything – we’re not talking “American Psycho” or anything – but it was still pretty brutal.
Amid the darkness, though, I was surprised to find a little bit of humor. I wasn’t really planning that, but it seems to fit.
Beyond writing I did a little more work on my LoFiaPlTLiMo (Local Find a Place To Live Month) project.
In that regard I drove down to a housing development that I discovered a couple of weeks ago.
Based on the costs and the location, it seemed too good to be true.
Turns out it was.
Essentially it turned out to be the overpriced trailer park that I was afraid it would be.
So that’s ruled out.
As I said, it’s a shame, it was actually a little bit closer to work, and the commute would be much more of a straight shot than what I have now (though if I wanted to shell out $6+ a day on the toll road I’d have even more of a straight shot now).
Once I got there I was put off immediately by the condition of some of the “houses” (basically, you pay way too much for a manufactured home, and then have to pay$700+ a month in lot rent on top of what you’re paying for the house), and my trepidation only increased once I got to the sales office and found that their level of professionalism was located somewhere well below sea level.
I will say that the young receptionist was extremely cute. She also had very nice boobs, which is actually one area where I had no complaints about the less than professional atmosphere as she kept bending over in front of me in her already low-cut top that had been deliberately torn in the front to make it even more low-cut. I tried not to stare too openly, but she seemed to be totally oblivious to the view that she was giving me, so…
Despite this pleasant display, I opted to forego taking a tour of the available properties (which seemed fine with the Property Manager, who clearly had no interest in showing me around or trying to sell me on the place), and so I simply took the packet and left.
Before heading down to check out the trailer park I met Kathleen for lunch.
A couple of Saturdays ago Brian mentioned that in the evening Kathleen was going on a “ghost tour” with a bunch of hot flight attendants.
(My own personal experience has taught me that, much like hot cosmetologists, hot flight attendants seem to exist only in the movies. In all the times I’ve flown I’ve seen one flight attendant who was even reasonably hot…and she’d probably hit the peak of her hotness ten to fifteen years earlier.)
So today I commented on the fact that she has apparently taken my directive (to go out and find hot chicks for me) to heart.
She stated that there is, in fact, one girl that she’s been working on, throwing out the occasional reference to me when she’s talking to her.
I believe that I will actually be meeting her next month, as, on Kathleen’s request I’ve taken off a Saturday so that I can be her girlfriend for the day and check out some big craft show (or something), and the girl will evidently be accompanying us. By way of preparing me for the day, Kathleen gave me this piece of advice: don’t be weird.
Not sure I can manage that one, but I’ll do my best.
Among the many things I hate in life, waiting is very close to the top.
In particular, I hate waiting at home when there’s somewhere I have to be. After all, with the knowledge that I have to be someplace hanging over my head it’s hardly as though I’m going to accomplish anything, and it’s hardly worth sitting down to watch a movie or something.
Even though there are generally fewer options for passing the time, I’d much rather wait at my destination than wait at home, so I tend to arrive early whenever I have to be somewhere.
This is, of course, exacerbated by the fact that in Northern Virginian you can never really be certain how long it’s going to take you to get somewhere. After all, depending on traffic and construction, it can take upwards of a half an hour to travel five miles.
So, factoring that in, by erring on the side of caution, I’m usually even earlier than I would be in a place with more predictable traffic patterns.
Of course, most people tend to be late, so it makes things even worse when I’m meeting someone.
Like today, when I was supposed to pick Kathleen up in front of her building at 11:30.
Of course, I went into this knowing that for Kathleen 11:30 can mean anytime from 11:35 to 11:40.
Bearing that in mind, I made a conscious effort to be late.
I did this by holding off on taking a shower until well after 10, leaving my apartment after 11. At a minimum, I had a 10 minute drive to pick Kathleen up at HQ, so I still would have been early even if I got caught in an early lunch/late to work rush (yes, people really do role in to work that late around here), so before I headed to HQ I stopped at the bank to cash in some change. I operated on the assumption that there would be some old lady in line ahead of me at the coin counting machine cashing in seventy years’ worth of pennies.
Turned out I was the only person there, and the whole process took about two minutes.
So even after stopping at a grocery store to use the bathroom along the way I was still early.
In any case, I want to squeeze in a few more words to make up for writing time that will be lost to a meeting tomorrow before I call it a night, so that will do it for this entry.
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