October 10th, 2005

My wonderful Meg kitty.

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I cannot wait for November. I have an idea for NaNoWriMo which is romping around my intestinal tract and nervous system, searching desperately for its way out. The more I think about it, the better it gets. If I think about it more, it'll expand to fill my entire brain, building up pressure like an ideal gas (but with collisions at non-right angles and tendencies to condense).

I don't dare start writing it now. I have an idea this good only once in a very long time. It just happens to coincide with wanting to write it as well. I desperately need to hold it in for another 0 years, 0 months, 20 days, 17 hours, 44 minutes, and 19 seconds.