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I just finished reading my nano novel - dammit, when I noted "read" as one of the things to do today, I meant Maths notes, silly girl... - and I'd forgotten that I basically did andthenhediedtheend. Which. Is allowable given the circumstances, and kinda makes me smile, but I'm tempted to go back in and take that out and start working on it again, because it could actually make a series of books, given the scope of it - colony ship, fer fuck sake - first book is already half-written, from this, would be the time prior to launch.

I don't know how to put this, and this probably sounds really self-congratulatory or some such, but. There's a lot of love in there, between certain of the characters. There's a fair amount of fucked-up-ness, and "angst angst pain", but there's... I guess it's mostly that it's all in my fashion of expressing it and so it really speaks to me, going back to read it now, but at the same time... I can't decide if it's beautiful or sappy. I can't help thinking I'm over-egging the pudding, and being repetitive about stuff, and concentrating on the wrong things, and...

No, dammit, I do not have time to start re-writing this novel. I can put it on my list of things to do this summer. First, I need to do some fucking work.

Typical. The only times I feel like I want to write are the times I'm supposed to be doing something else. Dammit all to hell.