Disintegration

Silent treatment continues. If I were uncaring it would be easier for me to ignore it. Well, I'm fine.

Tomorrow, I will be down in Kensington at 4PM to get a Super Spiffy Haircut, and hopefully that "Super Do" lasts the three hours in between that and the event.

I'm anxious, but at least I'm not due for a reading. I Will Read At Events, and people will just have to sit through my stutters. At least I know these people somewhat now. I know I'm not alone with this anxiety.

What I will probably do when the time comes is read excerpts of project 2, working title "Cooper vs Chuvalo for the Commonwealth Title", because it's set in a more readily identifiable world. What I write during November will probably just be the fight and some rudimentary surrounding scenes, because I will have to research Old Wembley Stadium, a general idea of London, and a decent view of Lansdowne in Toronto--all in, what, the 1960s?--if I actually take the project seriously.

Paid internship

I may have a government-sponsored paid internship on my hands as of the second week of November.

My project could become National Novel Writing Two Weeks. I'll see how it goes. I can hit 50K in two weeks with my special brand of gruel, the type I insist on making others read, but things could slow to a crawl the rest of the month.