Fri, Nov. 12
... The spirit of the day has not been lost
Is it any wonder that I haven't written much? All week, I've been leaving the house by 9 a.m. and not getting home until 11, 12, 1... sometime in there. Today, I spent 14 1/2 hours at Quiznos. Well, almost. I left for about an hour and a half in the afternoon.
I haven't been on the NaNo site in days. Almost a week, probably. But seriously. I just haven't been home. Slash online.
Last night, my dad and brother sang in the "Calgary Choir for Peace," which was put together for a special Remembrance Day concert, featuring John Rutter's Requiem. That's a cool piece. I hadn't heard that before, but I'm glad I went. The music was incredible. It really told the story... a story... something bigger than just this.
I had to work during the day, so I didn't get to a Remembrance Day service in the morning, like I usually do, so it was nice to get to do something that felt Remembrance Day-ish. It was nice. Pretty cool.
It's been a long week. Blair's gone, so everyone else has had to pick up the slack a little bit, which means a few (about 15) extra hours this week. Well, it'll be that long by Sunday night. But it'll be a good paycheck.
Anyways. Rehearsal in the morning. Sleep needed between now and then.
G'night.
One year ago today: I started printing last year�s novel today. Somehow, it makes it seem that much more real when I can actually see it on paper and flip through pages of my own writing. I mean, this is a hard copy�the first hard copy�an edited hard copy�that people can read and that can be passed around from person to person. Will I ever publish? I don�t know. I�ve considered self-publishing, but I�m not sure. This is still a work in progress, and I need a good editor who will be harsh with the red pen to take a look at it, and give me some more to work with, so that it�s not just a mediocre story, but a really good one. Of course, the first person who has to read it is Brian. Hence the reason why I�m printing it out. I�m going to mail him a copy, because he needs to see it first. Parts of it are just as much his story as they are mine, and I need him to give me his reaction to all of that.
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posted at 11:58 p.m.
