Am I Buoyant

I stand now in a locus pregnant with possibility, but the shores of the absolute are growing ever closer in this ship I've taken over the last year and a few months. The Fox is a done job, my last night was Saturday and my coworker and I had a good old time at Midtown Tavern afterwards. This week has been full of work with AIESEC, not least of which has been the privilege of close conversations with the head of the presidential Team of AIESEC US: Missy, the MCP. Understanding was forged in those unique moments, a beautiful testament.

Furthermore, the Web 2.0 face of the LC has arisen from the Tubes: The Atlanta Blog. Expect elevation, excellence, and the building and maintaining of rep.

I fly out really early for New York on Friday morning. I'll have all of Friday to myself and a nice birthday shindig for a friend that evening. I hope we can begin to rebuild the culture that we have let founder in the rough seas. The sun shall rise one day.

I Closed the Lid

I have abandoned my NaNoWriMo novel after only writing 4,717 words. I decided to abandon it when I was able to sit down a couple of days ago with that word count and realized that by then I needed about 35,000 words. I knew that it was going to be impossible to finish even close to it, especially when I had other things - especially preparing for my LCP term and recruitment - that I could be worrying about. So my crappy first few thousand words will lie fallow for some time. I do not anticipate being able to write like that again until after I graduate in May 2009.

In the meantime, life finds new beauty in many ways. One of them is found through Beirut, and especially the videos and magickal sonic art at this website for the new album. Conquer the non-artisans, Zach Condon, and create a world of unrealistically good culture generators.

I have purchased harmonicas to learn how to play them, which would make them the first non-gigantic portable instrument I have ever played. Wish me luck on being able to finish at least that much. Feed a foreigner this Thanksgiving.

Walked up to the mountain, back to the city

I am up to 2,567 words, which is less than two days' worth of what I should be writing. It is now November 9, and that means that were I writing the average 1/30 split of the entire month's work I should have written over 15,000 words by now. Damn. I just haven't been able to focus like I've wanted to, life errands and such have come up as well as work. But I will not give up. I'm starting to get my feel for it and I can make it. But now I must hit that sack.

NaNoWriMo 2007: And They're Off!

Have you felt like the pressure of all time and space behind you has taken your breath away, instead of inspired you?

The first line of my novel.