The novel is progressing well enough though.
Admittedly at this stage it seems like hitting 50,000 words by the end of the month will take a miracle. But they happen occasionally.
What’s actually troubling me more, stupidly enough, is that I still have no idea what to call the damn thing.
In other news, party at Chez Hagakure on December 2nd. Tell your friends. And if you have no friends.. hey, come alone. Maybe you’ll meet some.
Here is yet another picture of LJ:
That is all.