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October 29, 2006
Going Home Alone
I've broken it off with Mr. Music. On his voicemail.
The coward's way out, I know, and yet what a delightful relief it was to know that when I went out with Ms. Secret Blog, Her Boy, and their friends last night that I was a free woman, able to go home with anyone I chose. Much to my disappointment, no one decided to take me up on it. Instead, I just enjoyed an indie rock concert and a post-concert Halloween party--getting home at the ripe old hour of 3 a.m. (and thank goodness for daylight savings time since I got to fall back and ignore the fact it was really 4 a.m.when I pulled into the driveway).
Today I caught up on my sleep, watched hours and hours of DVR-ed television (including a very, very graphic Sin City), and re-examined the NaNoWriMo guidelines. I have the first two pages of a fabulous, self-autobiographical chick lit novel (aren't your proud that I'm taking on the challenge and avoiding the "erotica" genre?) that I think is going to be a nice way to get my 50,000 words necessary to complete the task. According to my calculations, I will need to write 3 pages a day to accomplish the feat and you, dear reader, can keep up with my progress here:
(I'll be sure to keep everyone apprised as the month proceeds, since I *know* you (and by you, I mean Mr. Bastish) are dying to see what I come up with.)
