Untitled.
6 November 2003
so i'm nearly a week behind on my novel. i think i've written sixty-some-odd words. at first glance, one would suspect that with the general lack of work and school that i've got going on right now that i'd have plenty of time to spit out two thousand words a day. but like the vast majority of the rest of my life i'm almost dead to motivation (or, at the very least, it's almost dead to me). rome was, in the scheme of things so far, an anomaly.
in an unrelated thought, would it kill places that make breakfast all day to put vegan pancakes on their menus?