I feel much better after it rains

Cold and wet outside. It would be pleasant if I had warm clothes, but alas. Clearly I need to go shopping.

This continues my curse of never writing a novel in season--if a book is set in summer, I'll write it during winter and vice versa. Never fails.

I realize that I'm going to lose the first week of November to WFC. Perhaps I should start NaNo early...

Soon the dance of the headless writer-chicken will commence.