Letters to Myself

Political commentary and musical criticism in one shot. Very efficient, Sinfest.

(also amusing was his Charlie Brown interpretation.)

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For those of you unaware of such things (which would be the vast majority of you), I've been participating in this year's NaNoWriMo: attempting to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. I've been a bit ambivalent about writing lately, so I thought this might be a good test.

I'm pleasantly surprised to report that I've actually been keeping up with it, as you can see by my little progress bar widget up there. No, I don't know how I'm managing either. It's weird. It's also been fun. Even better, I seem to be in a bit better mood. For some reason, expressing myself makes me happy. Go figure.

Admittedly, a 50,000 word novel produced in a big crunch like this probably won't be all that good, but somehow my brain doesn't seem to give a rip about that. It's just nice to be making something.

So, there we all are. What's up with you folks?