sheldrake

Oh woe for the unholy going to work hour of doom is nearly upon me. Well, er ... more the unholy going to sleep hour of doom but that's so quickly followed by the unholy going to work hour of doom, don't you find?

Yes, well. It's the last day of the year today. If you're an ancient Celt, that is. And who am I to assume that you're not?

'Most Haunted' Halloween party last night, at jc_synthetics' house. Well, I say party, more of a small gathering really. I made pumpkin soup and jc and galactic_jack had a girly fight about whose pumpkin-carving was best. Jack won by doing a really evil mouth.

Most Haunted are doing Pendle Hill this weekend, which of course just made me think of the wonderful Lust Over Pendle. (Er ... it's HP fic ... it's good ... I just realised that sentence ended somewhat abruptly).

Last night Derek went a bit (more) mad (than usual) and claimed to be seeing an alien spirit in a corner. "It's not of this airth, Ivvy, I'm tellin' you, I've never seen anything like it!" Then I fell asleep.

Apologies to those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, and to also some of those who do.

Ah, reading. Remember that? That thing where you used to look at these rows of things called words and they'd make a story? Those were the days.

November tomorrow. I do have a NaNoWriMo account, but don't worry, I won't be daily foisting ill-thought-out paragraphs upon you this year. Mainly because I won't actually have time to write any. Ah, writing. Remember that?

Well, I had a great Halloween, I don't know about you. First, Orlando was unexpectedly on the telly, being generally adorable and being shown someone's bondage gear and looking puzzled, in that lovely way he has.

Then I did the washing up.

Then I started my novel. Roughly two hours in, and I've written 1,781 words about dirty boys smoking and swearing on a rooftop. Can't be a bad way to start. *crosses all fingers and toes*

Don't worry, I'm not actually going to regale you with these updates every two hours for the next month. Or I might. Depends.

*goes to bed*

... it's Hallowe'en, and I'm all alone in the house...

(if you like, you can imagine I'm dressed as the twins from The Shining).

Shh! What's that? It's coming closer ... it's ... nearly here! Aghhhh! It's ...

... NaNoWriMo!

(liek, omg!!!11)

So. The idea is that I'm going to be extremely boring during the next month. If you find this journal a riot of wit and colour at any point during November, then you'll know it's all gone horribly wrong. I'm not joining no communities, not having no parties, not posting on no message boards, not sticking no bits of no novel up all over the place for people to trip over and laff at. Nope. I'm basically just going to be writing crap, on my own, in silence. Starting in just under 5 hours.

*goes off to watch random bits of QAF in order to keep strength up*

A story for Halloween, starring vampire!Dom, from Blood

( All Souls )