Booked

My life is once again in transition, and definitely for the better, but I don't wish to enumerate all the many thoughts and ideas that have should have made their way here throughout the year. At least, not in one post.

A friend of mine feels the 30s encroaching, so we've decided to move full hilt on our latest story concept and turn it into a novel-length project. Wouldn't it be nice to be published? Without saying too much, I will say that it encompasses our love of philosophy and religion and damn fun characters. To summarize it here would make you think, "oh that sounds like so-and-so", so let me assure you that in our minds the final product is far different from the usual popularized literature.

Maybe I'll say more on it later, or offer an excerpt should it be appropriate.

On a similar note, I've been sitting on an idea for a couple months now that I will also be tackling for NaNoWriMo.org. National Novel Writing Month is an open contest that challenges would-be writers to simply 'be' writers, where participants must produce 50,000 words (roughly 175 pages) in the form of a novel.

I've done the math. It's going to take me at least 25 hours barring divine inspiration. Last year I was considering doing this and opted out, but as my friend indicated, the 30s are quickly approaching. Yes, I'll now be full time, but classes start up again in the Winter, so seize the day!

Or month. Whatever.

If you have that novel (or dozen novels) floating in your head, I encourage you to check out NaNoWriMo.org. I will endeavor to bring you updates as well. (Hi, mom.)

Excelsior!
-B

Click

A small click accompanied the light, filling the room. The string attached to it swung back and forth lightly when he let go. He stepped forward, to the table in the middle, kicking up the particles that evidenced the long absence from this place.

Cough. Hack. "Whew!" He wiped the dust and cleared off the cobwebs around the tome. "What have we here? Ahh... I remember you."

Picking it up, he blew yet more dust that had settled between the pages, turning them and remembering them fondly. There were plenty of empty pages left. "I think it's time you were put to use again, my friend. I have so much to say."

He set it down and left the room once more, leaving the light on. He would be back soon enough.

-B