Inspiration.

Went to Angie’s birthday party. Always a threshold whereby people split off into separate conversations. I get a really, really good feeling off of Ricky, her brother. This is exceedingly rare for me because he is, after all, male. He’s not loud, but he’s articulate and amusing. Again, it’s just such a rarity to get such a positive read off a male. I can’t remember the last time I made a new male friend. We discussed the logistics of a Harry Potter marathon as opposed to a Star Trek marathon (which I’ve done) or perhaps a Lord of the Rings marathon (which he’s done). I should totally bromance him or something. So awesome.

I was asked by a girl, who eventually identified as an Anna of some sort, about my t-shirt. I tossed on my 2005 National Novel Writing Month shirt. She asked if I was a writer. I had that moment where I thought, “Wow, does it come across like that?” Silly me. I explained what nanowrimo is. She asked me whether I’d accomplished the goal. Then she asked if I was published.

No resistance, no deflection. No, I’ve never been published. But I also don’t have a reason why not. I have a lot of really positive feelings about my next nanowrimo. I have some really good plot devices in mind to limit the scope. Or, rather, narrow down the scope so I don’t make a novel that’s too big. My last novel was almost too big. I had a lot of interesting and redeeming characters which deserved more time. It was also over a really long time period. I’ll always write something that reflects me, but I need.. some other way of doing it. I have some character ideas, but all of it is for naught without a primary plot arch. How does the hero grow? Or change? Or what will feel like a good ending as opposed to just haphazardly stopping?

This could be my best novel ever. Until nanowrimo 2012. I want to look up self-publishing. Just to have a copy. It’ll require editting, but that’s also something I should do.

Something else hit me. Something… devilish.

I’ve never thrown a party before. I broke policy this year by even announcing my own birthday. I’ve decided that next year for my 29th birthday, I’m going to throw myself a party. This is me we’re talking about, so there’s a good chance it’ll just involve rock band, getting drunk, making brownies, and watching Star Trek. If it ends up being just Erik, Liz, and Trent, so be it. But I’d like to actually go out of my way to invite people. You never know, I’ve never done it before. For realz. Something to look forward to.

I should probably sleep. I have to be up in six hours to open for another store.