tonight i was reading the novel i wrote for nanowrimo last november. it's the first time i've reread it. it's about as self-indulgent as i thought.
i'm stressing hardcore about the impending trip to florida for winter holidays this year. in my novel, the two main characters took a roadtrip from cambridge to a small florida town. they'd met each other the night before the trip, which darius convinced jamie to come along for. darius was heading south to make peace with his dying grandfather. jamie was trying to let things go. they wound up being two halves of my own personality, having plenty of philosophical conversations about all the things i was thinking about last november.
( funny how some things still apply. )