Status
23,600 words in 15 days. I’m on course to make the 50,000. And to finish my novel. If I do that, I may not go to the full 50,000.
I also finished reading, a year and eleven days after I bought it, Alan Moore’s Jerusalem. Which was almost as much of a challenge.
Turned out the missing dates was a setting of the theme. Dates are back.
I wouldn’t mind if it showed the time, too, but dates are a bare minimum.
The Ramones were the first band I saw when I came to London, and I’ve seen them several other times. I’ve just been listening to a couple of early albums, and they’re still so good. Now sad that I’ll never see them live again.
Go and see bands live when you can.
12,120 words so far. And a sure sign that I’m getting close to finishing this novel: today I started thinking about what I’ll write next. The total word count is 85,700. I didn’t start a new one this month.
If FaceID comes to the Mac, with its attention detection, will we ever get what I’ve always wanted: “Focus Follows View”? Keystrokes should affect the window I’m looking at, not the one I last clicked in. Would be great.
Start at the top: Billy opens with ‘Sexuality’.
1200 words today. I’m slipping back a bit. At this rate I’ll finish on 3rd December, it tells me. Still, I’m ahead of anywhere I’ve been before at this time in the month.
Off to see Billy Bragg tonight in Islington.
This Joe Ricketts seems like a right bampot: shutting down publications just because the workers join a union.
The trouble with NaNoWriMo is obsessing over your word count. As I write, I’m constantly checking that figure.
It’s not a big trouble.
Carrot Weather is hooked into the news today.
In NanoLand. 462 words before getting out of bed this morning.
I love it when bloggers surprise me. I read Brett Terpstra for Apple-related tech and software development, and such. But here’s a great piece on his experience with yoga.
Star Trek is really getting back to its sixties roots. Magic mycelium, “A hit of speed…” Groovy stuff.
Walthamstow Wetlands: London’s newest Park. Just opened.
Reread the originals first, or dive straight in…?
Mixed feelings: somebody dies; the reaction makes you check out their work; you find you’ve been missing something great. You’ve got a great new band to explore. But it’s like coming in at the end of a movie.
And the guy is dead. (He was my age.)
The Tragically Hip. Very good.
You ever watch a scene and it shocks you, even though you know what’s going to happen? My Buffy rewatch just reached ‘Seeing Red.’
Watched The Last Jedi trailer. Didn’t do a lot for me. Don’t worry, though: I’ve booked my ticket for opening night.
I’m not going to say much about Blade Runner 2049 yet, except: I felt disappointment more than enjoyment. All the critics are praising it unreservedly, and I didn’t enjoy it that much. I have a whole lot more written, but I’m going to wait a while before posting it.