The fifth of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot!
We see no reason,
Why gunpowder treason,
Should ever be forgot!
Fireworks in July isn't the same. It's got to be cold outside when the fireworks go off in the UK, and we're celebrating a foiled attempt at treason, the plot that went wrong.
First frost on the car this morning, leaves underfoot all crunchy while scraping off the ice. How did it get to be Friday? It was Monday yesterday. All that writing made the week go faster. I'm not ignoring emails, I'm just delaying them while I'm writing my novel. I'm plaigirising my life for this story and it's weird. Will I have enough life left to put in a second novel? Stay tuned... My friend has bowed out of NaNoWriMo, it wasn't fun anymore, so it's all down to me. Ten thousand words and I'm getting myself a Chibi as a reward.
PS: Writing dream sequences for the novel rocks! I now have a robot chicken with laser eyes in my novel attacking the main character and it means something major outside the dream. I love writing this novel!
Dr. Evil: You know, I have one simple request, and that is to have sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads!
(Austin Powers movie "Goldmember")