As I said I would be for the month of November, I have been seriously neglecting Threshold of late.
I wouldn’t feel so bad about that if I were actually getting a lot of work done on my NaNoWriMo novel, which is ostensibly the reason I’ve been neglecting my daily entries here.
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Well, I did spend much of yesterday, well into the wee hours, cutting my 9,000 word deficit down to a mere 2,000, though the fact that I haven’t done any work on it today kicks the deficit back up to 5,000 words.
Ah well.
It’s difficult to bring myself to work on it because, apart from the fact that it’s work, I don’t think I can finish it.
I’m sure I can hit the 50,000 word mark, but that won’t be nearly enough to tell the story that I want to tell, so I find myself wondering if there’s any point to just hitting the requisite word count if I’m not going to have a complete story (even an extremely rough draft of one) to show for it.
I have to say that by the time 2 am rolled around I was almost randomly throwing words in just to pad it as much as possible without giving any real thought to whether or not what I was saying was actually advancing the story.
In any case, there really hasn’t been much to report going on in my life, though I suppose that hasn’t ever stopped me from writing lengthy entries before.
About the most interesting thing that’s happened so far was when I saw three identical, unmarked white vans driving in something of a convoy.
When you live this close to DC, you can’t help but wonder what’s going on when you see something like that. Black vans would have been a little more in keeping with shady, black ops goings on, but maybe whoever makes those decisions though that the identical, unmarked vans would be less conspicuous if they were white.
Good thinking.
I actually had my PDA with me, and thought about taking a picture, but then it occurred to me that I might not be here to write this if I did…
Today found me waking up at the usual time, despite the late night of word count catch-up.
It was gloomy and overcast, so I decided to forego the morning walk.
I had about two hours to kill, as I was supposed to pick up Kathleen for lunch at 11:30.
Sometime after 10 she called to let me know that she was just now on her way to work, as there had been a fire in the morning and duty called, so, as she had just eaten breakfast, she wouldn’t be likely to want lunch soon, and she felt, understandably, that after arriving to work nearly two hours late it wouldn’t be appropriate to duck out for lunch almost immediately upon arrival, and so our plans were cancelled.
I would say that it’s pretty much par for the course for me to get blown off by a woman, but this was different.
It wasn’t different because there’s no romantic connection between Kathleen and me.
After all, there’s never a romantic connection between me and the women I am pursuing romantically either, which is generally why I get blown off.
No, what made this different was that she actually let me know that she was blowing me off…
After that I thought about going for a walk but ended up only walking as far as the bedroom, where I crawled back into bed.
I spent about an hour drifting in and out of consciousness and having odd little “dreamlets” that seemed to involve an episode of “The Simpsons,” the filming of a “Girls Gone Wild” video, and something about those chicks who were chasing Hercules around in the first season of “Hercules: The Legendary Journeys.” No idea what was up with any of that.
As I was there dozing I was enjoying the cool breeze that was blowing in through my wide-open windows up until the breeze became a full on wind, a wind which started to get a bit wet once the clouds finally opened up and it started raining.
So I got up and closed the windows and tried going back to napping, but it was no use.
I got up with the intention of doing some more work on the novel, but ended up reading recaps of this season’s episodes of “Smallville” over at Television Without Pity.
Once I got through that, finding myself disgusted with the recapper for his foolish and ill-considered dislike of Erica Durance as Lois Lane., it was time to stop wasting time and get to work on the novel!
Or not.
And that’s where we find ourselves now.
I suppose that I really should get to work on it, though there are several hours worth of recorded movies and TV shows sitting unwatched on my DVR…
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