I Predict an Internal Riot

We watched The Thing last night. Sometime in the early hours of the morning, I heard Kevin cry "No! No!" in his sleep. So I rubbed his back and hugged him. When I woke up this morning, he was furiously writing in his journal about a nightmare: he was a kid with telekinetic powers, he flew, and he had to save his mother from a nefarious man who had lived in the forest surrounding his farm in Canada. I told him he wasn't allowed to watch scary movies anymore before going to bed.

Yesterday, I agreed to go out with one of the sissies, Jennifer, shoe shopping. I'd forgotten the cardinal rule that everyman holds so dear: never go shoe shopping with a woman. And also never walk into H&M when you have just drawn 100 pounds from your bank account, otherwise you'll end up with more cords you can wear and stripey wine-coloured polo shirts that make you look like a Scandinavian fisherman. And, finally, never ever walk into Top Shop on a weekend (unless you enjoy seeing half of the population of London packed into 20 metres square area). After hours of this, my feet were killing me and I had to skip out on meeting thessalian for the insane NaNoWriMo meeting in Leicester Square's Starkbucks. Since I know this is going to be a weekend feature for the whole month, I'm sure she won't mind if I show up to the next one. ;+)

The novel is coming along fine. Writing a novel isn't hard; it's making it any good which seems almost impossible. I keep repeating several different mantras, I meditate, I hope for inspiration in my dreams. Anything to keep my characters from descending into mundane dialogue. Yesterday, I finally wrote my first "horror" scene. For a while, I'd forgotten I actually needed to indulge in the genre's specifics. The plot was getting too internal and cerebral, if you get my drift. Now I can get the horror snowball rolling and see how many limbs get caught in it. That's why people read horror, right?

I'm behind my word input so I have to sit down today and concentrate. I need to go out later to buy some food at Tesco Express. And to swim.

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