30000 plus

I reached the 30000 word summit last night.

Two chapters to go for the end of October.

It's all war now!

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Local Election

First off: I hate elections. Not because it's democracy in action. Not because I hate freedom. Not because I'm some communist pinko who just wants to be told what to think.

I hate elections because of the visual pollution every three metres down the side of every road in my neighbourhood.

I'm sorry Amarjeet Sohi, blah-blah McKenna, Stephen Mandel. There are others. I don't remember them now but I'll remember when I see them on the ballot. I saw your signs. I don't like your signs. So I'm not voting for you.

I have a little more respect for Sohi than I do for others. He's out on 50th street on the median, waving, pumping his fist in the air at passing motorists. It's a little weird, I have to say. Is it an attempt to say "I don't have to work! I can take the time to greet you on your way to your daily drudgery! Vote for me and I'll use this time productively! Maybe!"

What I would like to see: Some minor politician campaigning by improving my life. Wanna be a city councillor? Fill some of those potholes that knock the hubcaps off of my wheels. Want to clean up the city? Start with the broken beer/malt-liquor bottles on every single corner in Millwoods. If you're already in the middle of the road, Amarjeet, you could spend some time and pick up the garbage there, with your little buddy holding up your sign and pointing at you instead of bragging about your lack of anything better to do.

I just hope they clean up their signs after the election.

One down, one to go

Kim left Nick and I alone. I figured it was time.
I pulled out the DVD.
I told Nick it was my favourite movie of all time.
After seeing it, he agreed with me.

I don't know what Nick's favourite part of the movie was but I imagine it was either the football fight scene with the giant metal eggs or the crashing the ship into Ming's wedding. He did talk about those parts more than anything else.
And he didn't fall asleep in the middle of it like someone else I know.

If you don't know that I'm talking about Flash Gordon, you don't know me at all.

Now I just have to get Lily to watch it, if I can pull her way from Toupie and Beanoo.

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Three chapters to go!

I did some planning the other night and the first part of my story had four chapters left. I wrote some more that night and tonight and now I have three chapters left. That said, I still have several weeks if not months of editing when that's done but I'm pretty excited.

Thirteen years, I've been working toward this part. I'm excited.

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Back at it

I'm writing. It feels good. I told my inner editor to shut up and, lo and behold, he did. 1840 words on Monday, 1057 words last night. I'm on a roll and enjoying it. I want to have part one done by the end of this month. Written, anyway. That way, I can use part two for NaNoWriMo. Or maybe I can use NaNoWriMo for part two. Either way, I want to have part two done by the end of November. Just to see if I can do it. So far, the story is 26,716 words long. I figure there's probably about half that much left for part one.

Wish me luck,

Liam

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Texans week 4: Houston 16 - Atlanta 26

Injuries suck. Houston needs to get some people back. There aren't any injured guys who'll come in and take over for Faggins, though. That's too bad.

The Good: Schaub played pretty well. Travis Johnson started to come on. Amobi Okoye got another sack. Kevin Walter and Andre Davis did pretty well.

The Bad: Defensive backfield. The Defense HAS to get off the field.

The ugly: Demarcus Faggins was torched all game long. Whenever he wasn't getting burned, he was committing penalties. Who would ever run the ball against the Texans when Faggins is an automatic first down if not a touchdown?

That is all.

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