And It Begins...

Okay, so the first day of NaNo is coming to a close, and I must say that with 2,518 words under my belt I'm feeling pretty secure. Although I have seen some people with WELL over ten thousand words. (And if you know me, I'm a very competitive person and that makes me want to sit down and pull an all-nighter. I'd get about ten-thousand words, but where would I be in the morning? In bed. That's right) Also, Matt's got a great Palahniuky novel started called Basic Beautiful Loser. Kid's already got 4,000+ words. Makes me want to sit down and pull an...wait, didn't I say that already?

Anyway, excerpt from the Novel: Though the sun streams in from the window, catching dust and dirt pieces in mid-flight, the patch on the floor is not warm. Again the very wrongness of it pulls at the old man, and he swoons. Catching himself on the wardrobe door, he takes a deep breath and notices how it lacks smell of any kind. The air, and everything around him had taken on a sort of non-smell. Of course it seemed absurd, the way Plato’s theory that things could be described by their essence might be to the informed scholar, but there was a certain rightness to it as he thought. If the property of smell is taken away, he thinks, what has it left? Nothing, of course, but that nothing might become a property of it’s own. The air has a non-smell just as the room has a non-sound. And like that, he begins to wonder.