Propelling myself across the river, pen in my hands

It's almost NaNo time again, and I'm getting twitchy. I have lots of good ideas.

I could write the second draft of Shadow Boys.

I have several YA ideas I want to write, including a British boys-own style series of adventures with a young female protagonist, as yet unnamed. Things like "Ruby Tuesday and the Martians!" and "Ruby Tuesday and the Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea!" ... where "Ruby Tuesday" is our protagonist (only with a better name, of course). Sort of like Tom Swifties. I think they would be Fun. And dude, I would have consumed these like enormous boxes of Haigh's chocolates, had they been around when I was small. I didn't want to be Dirk Pitt's girlfriend. I wanted to be Dirk Pitt. (OK, I read the James Bond books, too. But they were less awesome because they didn't have SHIPWRECKS and HISTORY. Also, Bond was less funny than Al Giordino with his ability to sleep anywhere and his stealing of the Admiral's cigars. I wanted to have tousled black curly hair and turquoise blue eyes and live in an aircraft hanger filled with classic cars!)

(...dude. that's an insight into part of my subconscious I didn't even know about.)

I could write both! Simultaneously! While doing three hours of bellydance, one hour of zumba, four of morris and one of swing dance per week! And having all my weekends be busy with morris commitments!

Yeah.

Maybe NaNo's not for me this year, despite my beliefs to the contrary.

But on the plus side, I actually want to write again. And I'm having ideas for plots and things. In the final days of the Previous Relationship, that really wasn't happening.

I should rouse myself from my misery on the couch (why, hello there, Chronic Pain! You've not been so omnipresent in my life for ages!) and pack. Tomorrow, I go to Adelaide and see my girl!