I figured I needed to torture [1] myself and so I started my 50,000 word novel as part of National Novel Writing Month [2].
I had actually signed up in the few remaining minutes of October but didn't get around to actually starting my novel until today. Let's see, Friday I spent helping Kelly coping with his job situation [3], Saturday was spent at a BBQ (barbeque) with some friends (where I met Dennis Willson, responsible for running dnsrbl.com (Domain Name System Real-time Black List) [4], a spam-blocking site) and Sunday I spent contemplating the happiness of Eric [5]. So I'm a few days behind.
And what I have I'm not happy with at all. Not one bit.
I'm contemplating starting over tomarrow.
But otherwise, I have about 3,000 words of utter drek to contend with.