One Day More

One more day before the storm!
Do I follow where she goes?
For this group of crazy writers!
Shall I join my brothers there?
When our ranks begin to form
Do I stay, and do I dare?
Will you take your place with meeeeee?
The time is now!
The day is here!

(Revised.)

Overdose of Les Mis TAC + staying up far too late + an extroverted day behind and an extroverted day ahead = My weird sense of humour exposed.

So NaNoWriMo begins tomorrow. I have met exactly one real-life person with the courage to attempt it, and he was a random guy visiting our church who was writing a horror novel. Most people say "Na--no--what?" or just "Huh?" How sad. It's not too late! Join the insanity! Register now and all that jazz. (Actually you can't, because the site is down--and the Sorry, We'll Be Back Presently page doesn't even have the spiffy coffee-cup coat of arms that it had last time. Drat.)

I have had a plot in mind since August. It was outlined. It was well thought out. The characters all had shiny names. It was also pathetically dull. I refuse to resort to time travel or mathematics personified this year to cure that malady whenever the novel needs it. Thus, said plot got a total rehaul tonight, and mostly in the margin of my biology notes during class, because amino acids are just inspirational that way. (The notes suffered only somewhat.) Gyneth, beside me, was drawing sheep and writing letters in Arabic, and she was inspirational too. No, I have no notion why that be, as hopefully my novel will not include Arabic or amino acids, and please, no sheep. Instead it's steampunk-esque and involves a family sent to a boarding school used for scientific experiments. It's all right; you may snigger. Oh yes, and orphans--all good books have orphans, right Morgan?

My place is here
I fight with you!