If the Day Ends in a "Y" I Must Be Fretting
The Incredibles was fantastic. And the music was beyond fantastic. Beautiful homage.
I signed up for NaNoWriMo, knowing full well that I'm going to be gone for a week and incapable of meeting my self-imposed goal of 50,000 words by the end of the month without taking several unpaid days from work, which I'm not going to do. Nonetheless, I am enjoying the experience. I can't remember the last time I worked on original fiction, and the story is rolling along nicely. Even if the end result is crap, I hope I can hang on to how I'm feeling about the process right now.
Having said that... As usual the ups of the day have, several hours later, left me wallowing in a pit of despair. Because I know without a doubt that I am a thoroughly unlikeable person, an utterly unoriginal writer, and will never be happy ever. Go me!
I think a self-lobotomy might help. Watch out for drool.
