The Closet Nerd Network: Trying to be better about this...

Ok. Clarion. I'm coming to get ya.

1. Single Awareness Day or for me Step Up 2 the Streets Day! It's 8:31.
2. I'm going to work until 9. Take a break to study for Shakespeare then write some more later.
3. I want to get... at least 250 words in this first block of writing. I'm starting Xavier's story, I've kind of been writing it in my head the past few days. We'll see how well it goes.
4. I actually wrote until 9:26. Only got 6 sentences out because my roommate came home and I was talking to someone on aim periodically as I tried to write. But hey its a start. Which is more than I've had all week.
5. I think I'm going to watch a movie with my roommate and her friends (Across the Universe) then write again around 11. I think the movie should be over then. I need 500 words by the end of the night. 250 words for the first block was a little ambitious, but I really need a good start tonight.

Side note: I just got in the past 2 issues I ordered of Zahir the speculative fiction magazine you suggested I check out. So I'll have some reading to help me procrastinate tonight.

Theme Song

She's writing, she's writing,
She's writing a novel.
She's writing, she's weaving,
Conceiving a plot.
It quickens, it thickens.
You can't put it down now.
It takes you, it shakes you,
It makes you lose your thought.
But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Writing your own headlines.
Ignoring your own deadlines.
But now you've gotta write them all again.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You want her, confront her.
Just open your window.
Unbolt it, unlock it,
Unfasten your latch.
You want it, confront it.
Just open your window.
All you really have to do is ask.

But you're caught in your own glory.
You are believing your own stories.
Timing your contractions.
Inventing small contraptions
That roll across your polished hardwood floors.

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you?

You think she's an open book,
But you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
Do you? Do you? Do you?
(Open Book by Cake)

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