This one is with some explaining to do.

I’ve been occupied with a few things. It hadn’t robbed me of my life and turned me into a recluse, but all the same it strayed me away from this blog, and I had to walk a full circle and past the bridge and across the paddock to get here.

Right now, I’ve been kept busy by;

A) Final Year Project

B) Assignments

C) Nanowrimo.


Of all which takes up my free time unless I made ensure the time is occupied by something else, such as slacking in secret, or asking friends to join me for lunch/dinner one Sunday.

I predict that I wouldn’t be updating for sometime, considering the slowly but surely growing stack of work, both given and taken.



These were what happened over the past few days;

Firstly, of which I am still rather dazed yet somewhat proud of, is the fact that I’m still actually participating in Nanowrimo after 10 days and has been making steady progress. My current word count is 20,014. It is the worst novel ever written. I kid you not.

I’ve been writing without actually thinking, which is an interesting thing to do. I’ve pretty much screwed structure and limning and grammar and vocabulary and had spent the last 10 days dumping whatever word or dialogue or parts of the story that I felt relevant into the word processor -- the result is a mish-mash of scenes that don’t make sense holding together a paper thin plot with the stupidest dialogue made by characters who never turned out into what I wanted.

But it is all fun. Great fun, in fact. Only very tiring. I only write nearing midnight and so far I’ve been damned sleepy everyday.

Only 30000 more words to go. My God, I feel that I really want to make it.


Secondly, I’ve been left home alone - literally - for the first time in the 21 years of my life. The father went outstation for work and the mother went on vacation. The brother is in the UK. I was suddenly given unprecedented freedom to do whatever I want whenever I want, over the course of 3 days. What I did was have the guys over to Kajang for lunch and dinner and as much fun as we could handle.

It was not without its problems, though. I had to spend 4 hours of Saturday cleaning up the house and ensuring nothing really died. So far I have only one casualty; the shark-like fish in the deep tank. I flushed it down the drain. So far, so good.


And that’s pretty much it without me having to go into details, and details I would rather try and place into the Nanowrimo novel. I have a 2000 word minimal quota daily.

They say writing is a voyage into the unknown; the majestic beauty and enchantment of it, the shadows and blight and deprivation. Well, Nano is a 50000 mile marathon into it, and I’d tell you, it’s quickly getting very exhausting.

Very, very quickly.