NYGirlOfMyDreams.com: If I did this for London, I would have one practically every week. (hey, I dream a lot, ok?) (Ed: He’s found her! But no “and we’ll be back for the rest of the story at some point.”) (Ed2: For those still stumbling across this post, the fairytale didn’t end so well)
more of the same, again. I want to remember the days when I had something to reach for - someone perhaps? - that made me rise up. I want to be sucked into an unreality, something that has me rushing home to do something other than wander the net again. Maybe that’s it - maybe breaking the cycle of the same little world is what’s needed. Change. Shift. Maybe I just want to go home, now. ...
NaNoWriMo starts again tomorrow: I finally managed to kick it last year with a sub-par-rushed-to-finish entry, and this year… I’m not going to even start. I don’t have that key plot point I had last year - a single image/scene to work off - so I’m not bothering. On the other hand, NaNoReMo (Reading as opposed to Writing) starts as well - and I know I can kick that one’s ass from dusk to dawn and back again. ...
So obviously I can’t talk about what happened, but I think it went alright. I didn’t trip over any taboo areas, didn’t spill on anything, and ended up being less nervous than the interview subject :) On the other hand, now my boss thinks I can do it -_-; I find more and more that the process of getting ahead at work is about stumbling into areas that you could potentially do (and potentially scares the pants off you) and having a go above everything, more so than drawing on the allegedly vast pools of knowledge that I was supposed to have come out of university with. ...
Yesterday, as I’m about to go for a shower, I go downstairs to check if the boiler is on, the water hot - that’s one thing that London certainly does differently, unlike in Sydney where I just have hot water all the time - and I find my housemate peering into a tiny little hole on the front of the box. “Hey mate, what’s up?” “The little blue light… what do you call it?” ...