jennings rampage

The miscellaneous details you seem to crave.

In list format:

- My NaNoWriMo novel is sort of on track… I’m up to just short of 15,000 words (out of a goal of 50,000 for the month of November), so if I can start cranking again, I can catch up. I wrote 3,000 words in an hour this evening, which is probably as close to my theoretical maximum as I’m going to get, since I’m a 55 wpm typist. I want to do that again before I go to bed, since at that point, I should be completely exhausted and unable to think. If I can reach 25,000 by the end of the day on the 15th, I’ll be officially caught up.

- Jeff is on leave and out of town on classified missions of a personal nature. He’s been complaining about not appearing in my blog, yet gets upset when I “cockblock” him by telling the tales of his exploits to the wrong people, so fuck it. This leaves me to control the city of Norfolk all by myself, which I can handle with ease. It also frees me up to write this fucking novel that I’m sure to hate by the end of the month.

- I start teaching my first class for Dirty South Improv on December 2nd. (It’s an introduction to Harold.) I’ve stepped aside as the director of Mister Diplomat for my man Porter Mason, and joined the team in one of those weird quirks of continuity. This is going to be awesome.

- The job search continues, with little to report.

- I broke the only key I had to my car in the door the other night. Didn’t insert the thing fully before applying torque, and it snapped in two. (I suppose I have more strength than I thought in my right hand.) Anyway, long story, I had to call a locksmith to fish out the key fragment and grind a new key, and that set me back seventy-five clams. And on top of that, the new key is very fragile, and the locksmith told me to go to the Nissan dealership to have a new one made, so fuck me very much.

That’s about it for now, I suppose. Please let me know if you have any questions.