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After nearly two weeks of not talking, I decided to call the ol' boyfriend this past Sunday. I figured since he'd reached his little epiphany earlier, maybe he'd mellow out and just be cool, y'know?
He didn't.
He was still an ignorant dolt.
He called me today but I didn't answer.
In other news, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is in November. I've sort of been a participant since '08. And I say "sort of" because I haven't been able to actually... write a novel each of those times.
But this year is different (...I hope).
Because for once, I have an idea that I think I'd like to write about.
I have yet to flesh out details; plot/character/setting development is tricky for me sometimes.
And for me, in order for me to write something, I have to like it (e.g. I like myself... SO I WRITE ABOUT ME. /narcissism).
But like I said, I'm kind of looking forward to NaNoWriMo this year. If work doesn't get in the way, I at least want to accomplish a decent amount of writing.
It sort of amuses me whenever strangers ask what I do and I say "I'm a writer" ...and I haven't actually written anything since a creative writing class I took back in college.
But I am a writer, dammit.
And I'm going to write.