Milestones
Oct. 1st, 2006 03:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianIt's NaNoWriMo time again, or coming on to it. Today, www.nanowrimo.com will have opened its virtual doors to any and all comers willing to take on the 50k words in 30 days challenge. I haven't signed up yet because, as a three-year veteran, I know the drill: the doors open, and comers of all ages, experience levels and genre fandoms pour through, reducing the nanowrimo.com server to a pile of smouldering slag. So I'm probably going to wait on it a few days.
I have an idea this year that may or may not turn into the supernatural weirdzo stuff I normally write. I'm not sure how it'll work out (I tried that two years ago and wound up with goblins; it was a thing) but the basic premise doesn't immediately lend itself to that kind of thing. It's either that or some dystopian post-apocalyptic Romero thing. Of course, that will be amusing given that by the time NaNo season actually starts, I will be in the US, travelling from point A to point B on a Greyhound, but at least it gives me stuff to do while![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leopard_lady is at work and such. And on the flight home, assuming decent battery life on iMisc and a voltage adaptor etc. Of course, in situations like these, having a spare battery is a godsend, and of course there's always longhand if I need to (because gods know that Greyhound seats do not lend themselves well to the use of laptops of any size).
Of course, this is assuming I actually get to the US. I should do; surely I can get ahold of the one doctor in my whole damn surgery who gives an almighty shit and get him to prescribe something to kill the probable infection from which I have been suffering for damn near a month now so that I can eat, drink and move with little to no pain, thus getting back to work and getting life back to normal enough so that I can get on a damn plane in three weeks. Oh, fuck, passport stuff. How the hell am I supposed to sort out passport stuff if I can't even leave the house without major discomfort? Shit. This trip gets harder and harder to sort out the closer it comes to departure date with my still not being any better. I really hope I don't have to cancel; I'm not sure I'd be able to get a refund on the tickets, for one thing, and I'm really looking forward to going and the people I'm going to see appear to be really looking forward to me arriving. But I don't see how I can go if I can't even get as far as the Canadian embassy to get my passport sorted. Apparently it's got a lot harder to get one in recent years and it's also become a lot more expensive. Damn. It. All. To. Hell.
I have an idea this year that may or may not turn into the supernatural weirdzo stuff I normally write. I'm not sure how it'll work out (I tried that two years ago and wound up with goblins; it was a thing) but the basic premise doesn't immediately lend itself to that kind of thing. It's either that or some dystopian post-apocalyptic Romero thing. Of course, that will be amusing given that by the time NaNo season actually starts, I will be in the US, travelling from point A to point B on a Greyhound, but at least it gives me stuff to do while
leopard_lady is at work and such. And on the flight home, assuming decent battery life on iMisc and a voltage adaptor etc. Of course, in situations like these, having a spare battery is a godsend, and of course there's always longhand if I need to (because gods know that Greyhound seats do not lend themselves well to the use of laptops of any size).Of course, this is assuming I actually get to the US. I should do; surely I can get ahold of the one doctor in my whole damn surgery who gives an almighty shit and get him to prescribe something to kill the probable infection from which I have been suffering for damn near a month now so that I can eat, drink and move with little to no pain, thus getting back to work and getting life back to normal enough so that I can get on a damn plane in three weeks. Oh, fuck, passport stuff. How the hell am I supposed to sort out passport stuff if I can't even leave the house without major discomfort? Shit. This trip gets harder and harder to sort out the closer it comes to departure date with my still not being any better. I really hope I don't have to cancel; I'm not sure I'd be able to get a refund on the tickets, for one thing, and I'm really looking forward to going and the people I'm going to see appear to be really looking forward to me arriving. But I don't see how I can go if I can't even get as far as the Canadian embassy to get my passport sorted. Apparently it's got a lot harder to get one in recent years and it's also become a lot more expensive. Damn. It. All. To. Hell.