stop. start. stutter.

And now, as I am off to bed -- dammit, this staying-up thing really isn't working; I'd kind of like to have my twenty-year-old body back now, thank you very much -- and as I am certain that I'm going to sleep past midnight at least, thus ending the official "November third" (insert tongue-in-cheek rant about how this whole system is oppressive of the chronologically non-normative), and sparing you all the indignity of another one of those silly (and yet somehow endearing) images going by:

Day three. 23,430 words; 29% of the way to my goal of 80,000.

Or done-with-the-book, whatever that takes. Historically, I always 'win' NaNoWriMo in the first third of the month, easy, and then Personal Disaster strikes and distracts me from actually finishing the draft, and by the time I get back to it, the Inner Editor (that treacherous bitch) has convinced me it's utter shit and not worth paying any more effort into. But this year I'm determined to break the curse. Hear that, Editor Bitch? I'm gonna go in there and gag you if I have to.

On the recommendation of a few friends who are also suffering NaNo this month, I'm currently trying out Scrivener, a text editor with a few very useful extras. The extras are hellaciously useful (especially the corkboard; when one is trying to juggle a total of nine races, all of whom one is attempting to make something Other Than Stereotypical TV Humans-In-Funny-Makeup Monoculture Aliens, having a place to keep notes: priceless).

I am yet undecided as to whether I'm going to keep it, though. Not because it's not useful; it is. No, I'm still undecided about it because I can't figure out if I can work with the aesthetics of the text processing window. The background is too shiny, and not matte enough.

(Hey, I never claimed I wasn't shallow, okay?)