Confessions from a boring life

#1
Got an e-mail from a friend of mine recently asking what was up in the the Hill family house. In less than a paragraph I had run through the news. I needed filler just to make up a whole grammatical sequence. Admittedly, my friend gets pretty regular updates, so I was more or less covering a few weeks, but still, I can remember a richer, fuller time when life was an adventure and news wasn't something you watched, it was something you shared with friends, preferably over a beer.

It's not to say that I'm actually boring, but I sure do feel the pinch of humdrum drudgery.
 
#2
National Novel Writing Month

Yes, it is. There's a website. You register, and then you have 30 days to write 50,000 words. Is ridiculous a strong enough word for this?

I have more than a couple of friends who are participating in it. I am not. The idea of trying to crank out six or seven pages of story a day with no other reward than being able to say I did it does not appeal to me. If I was motivated to do that, I'd quit carpentry and write full time.

Halloween was yesterday and I was a pirate, again. Over the past five years I've been a pirate, then a catholic priest, then a pirate with a hook, then an evil dead variety of catholic priest, and this year, a pirate with a scar and an eyepatch. I think it's time to cook up something new for next year. I guess it's a case of working with what you have laying around, and I suppose I might have been a viking, but I don't think a lot of the kids in the neighborhood would have gotten it, and besides three-foot-long broadswords aren't exactly kid-friendly.

Yup, definitely time for a change.
 
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