I had the luxury of about an hour of a nap in the hotel just now and was awakened to a very, uh, educating, song (If that's what they're calling this crap these days) blaring out of a car stereo. "Move, B****, get out the way. Get out the way, B****, Get out the way" Over and over and over again.
I think at 0300 tomorrow, they might regret that.
Why would he regret it at 0300?
That was Mr. Beepy's prime time for blasting such stuff.
I still haven't set my mind on a plot for NaNo. In some ways, I'm tempted to just cheat and not really do it this year - instead just try to finish the story I'm working on.
But I have a couple of plots I can start on. Actual sort of serious ones, for a change - ideas I've had in mind for awhile but haven't figured out a good way to dive in. Might be a good exercise and a way to get one or the other off the ground so I can really write it in the next six months or so.