The Verdict--Doomed

So I'm in.

Now...to figure out what to write.

National Novel Writing Month--THIS AUTHOR WANTS YOUR INPUT

So, here's the deal, the 411, the conundrum, the poop, as they say:

November is National Novel Writing Month. Hypothetically speaking, I could sign up, which would hypothetically mean that I would need to write a hypothetical novel of at least 50,000 hypothetical words, hypothetically completely original (meaning not part of any story I have worked on before), all by my hypothetical lonesome. The deadline is November 30.

I admit, I really like this idea. I'm all a-tremble with hypothetical excitement. I don't get any hypothetical prizes save for a hypothetical fuzzy feeling of deep accomplishment in the hypothetical cockles of my heart.

THE CONS:

• I have no ideas. The last time I undertook writing an actual novel was when I was fifteen. Some of you have read the results--it's not pretty. I'm not really good at it. Finishing things is an issue.
• Melissa's wedding, Mich's wedding (more important), and Thanksgiving all happen in November. That might just get in the way a tad. 
• I really should probably focus on schoolwork. This is little because it's not really an issue I care about.
• I'll probably eat way more than I should during this process.

THE PROS:

• IT WILL MAKE ME WRITE. Hopefully. Or it could go in the opposite direction and become a con...
• The aforementioned warm fuzzy feeling of accomplishment.
• Tea. Lots and lots of tea.

Of course there are most likely many more pros and cons. At the moment my mind is a jumble.

Also Master Lowell has already challenged me to do it.

THIS IS THE PART WHERE AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION COMES IN. And you can't complain about it because you haven't done anything for me to write this blog that you read, therefore it's just a fair that you do something for me as I do something for you (assuming one counts writing a blog as "something"...."good").

What do you think? Do you think I should do it? If so, give your reasons. If not, give your reasons. In short, convince me.

(You'll have to work hard, because I can argue against either quite adamently)

If you're interested: It's a Scrivener's Ball!

Ahem--Nervous Shuffle

Oh my. It has been a long time.

Highlights:

Twenty-fifth anniversary celebration--happy birthday Covenant Fellowship Church. Oh the nostalgia. I say we toss out all these newfangled countrified flimflangled Sovereign Grace songs and go back to our roots in the eighties and nineties. At the very least, let us please start singing "Ancient of Days" again. Hear, hear!

Outlet shopping. Got my dress for Mich's wedding. Purchased it at the Banana outlet in Limerick. It's black (obviously) with a sort of fifties cut and a swishy skirt. I love it so. I'd show you a picture but they don't have it up online. Also, Sock it to Me--a store only for socks and co. I got three pairs of stripy knee-highs for fifteen dollars. Whoever invented that store was a raving genius, and deserves the Nobel Prize for sheer brilliance.

Not gonna talk about the Nobel Peace Prize.

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs equals very funny plus not at all dirty. Always a plus in "children's" comedy. Also, Mr. T does a voice; so really, you need to go watch it. Right now.

Fall Break was glorious. What can beat starting out one's break with a Psych-watching-pineapple-eating date that turns into a tidy little Psych-watching-pineapple-eating party? And how can one end one's break better than  baking for/attending a CCF harvest party?

I'm getting a new phone; it should be coming today. Samsung Intensity in "Flamingo Red." It's basically gorgeous. I shall let you know, dear reader, what his/her name is. I'm perversely excited to be replacing Burton. To sum, God has really blessed me in working out The Phone Situation.

So new dress(es--Mom let me get two. Oh ecstasy), new socks, new phone. It's been an exciting month.

Til next time, dear readers!

October!--Waxing of the Poetical Variety

Happy first of October! Oh the joy of the greatest month of the year.

Why October is the paramount, incomparable, indisputably best month of the year:

• It's Fall. Wholly, totally, unadulterated Autumn. No other month of the year can say that. September is the beginning of the story, November is the denouement, but October is the climax.
  
• The Foliage. The leaves are well into the changing, but haven't yet almost completely disappeared. Everything is on fire. Beautiful.
• The weather. There is no other weather more pleasant than what can be defined as "nippy." There are very few things in life that bring more contentment that trotting through leaf-scatter paths surrounded by gold and orange and red, huddled in your favorite jacket while your just cold enough to feel the blood spreading through your body; and then getting to come inside to the warm, and put on a sweatshirt and slippers (sweater-slippers! Everyone should have some!), brew some spicy tea, and curl up to read a book in the golden splash of an early sunset. Oh, bliss.
  
• To piggyback on the above, the clothes you get to wear are the utmost in comfortability and aesthetics. Jackets, fuzzy boots, slippers (sweater slippers!), sweaters, scarves (that are functional!), gloves (hobo gloves! Note: buy hobo gloves), hats...all designed to not only look fantastic but to keep you so very comfortable and warm.
  
• Something Wicked This Way Comes. I've already mentioned this; but it's one of my favorite books, and it's just perfect for reading in October. I think every month should have a Perfect Book (although that might be hard to manage what with such middling months as February, November, and June existing).

Autumn is violins, old memories, phoenix fire, warm embraces. I shudder to think of living in such places as only have two seasons. Horrors.

P.S. Constantine is suffering from some sort of stroke. This entry was written on the very tiny keyboard of my mother's computer (so blame any typos on that).