Kevin likes to gig alone

So, tickets are booked for Arch Enemy at the end of the month. Not bad. Because I'm having to travel by coach out of Victoria, it's working out cheaper for me as well.

Elydian doesn't want to go to see DT, so I looked at prices for London, Baby. £27 is the cheapest I've seen so far, and that's before I book transport. Have to think how badly I want to go see them (and of course remember it would have cost twice this if I'd had to travel to Manchester to see them).

Kevin likes to write his novel

NaNoWriMo, verdict:

All in all, I'm rather pleased, both with my effort during NaNoWriMo, and at the output. Before I started I didn't really know whether I could do it or not, and I'm glad that it proved relatively easy. I'm sure that if I'd had a more developed plot done before hand then I could have written a lot more than 51007 words. As it was a lot of time was spent thinking what I wanted to happen one or two scenes down the line and try and make sure that everyone was where they should be when it happened.

As far as output goes, it's fifty thousand words and it's not terrible. Sure, it's not the best stuff I've written, but I reckon that once it's finished and it's been put through the workshop and it's been revised a couple of times, I might actually have something that I can be proud of. Of course that's all in the future.

So, what next? Well, National Novel Editing Month is in March, so if I can get the first draft finished by then I might give that a crack. Ideally I want to have the thing finished by the end of January (one third took me a month, so I should be able to get it finished in three). I've also got to revise Curiosity, Thanks for Listening and Tymmy which have all been languishing since the last time I rewrote them. I should also really think about writing some new stuff, and I really want to get infinitewhite.net back online.

So, plenty to be doing.

Kevin likes to have a drink of an evening

Alcohol Free November, verdict:

It was easier than I thought, but I'm glad I can just have a pint, or a coffee, or a Coke, again should I want to. Not to soon, either. Shameful's moving back into the house at the end of the week, and we always seem to have beer in the house when he's there. Bring on Alcohol Fuelled December.

Later . . .