fine whine

So it's the day after Thanksgiving, and I took the day off. Not for any particular reason or activity (Jessica needed to work today, after all) but just because I could.

So what should I be doing? Today's a big day for shopping, but I want nothing. Today I should be thankful for stuff, which I guess I am but not so much that I need to write it down.

Writing. That's what I should be doing, as I am several tens of thousands of words behind on my novel. So writing I did, starting an entirely new 'novel' that is mainly recollections of my dreams, some fictionalized and others not, and woven around them are contemplative pieces about my hopes and aspirations, at least career-wise. This is pretty high-concept, I must admit, especially considering that my first attempt at a novel this month was about "Killers from the fourth dimension".

I still think that book has some legs (as they say) but I don't really feel like getting behind it at the moment and giving it a big shove.