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I am sort of doing NaNoWriMo, and when I say sort of, I mean I am writing lots but it's not quite a NaNo project. It's more a chance to mop up odds and ends, which is what I did the last time I gave it a go. But what I really enjoy about the whole thing is the connection with friends also slogging their way to a word count. Community is essential to making art, I reckon. Community and caffeine. 

Had a big week, with going to Skyfall (the dog's nuts) on Tuesday, epic Dim Sum on Wednesday as a belated birthday present, and Robyn - fucking Robyn, I adore her - on Thursday. Went with Ms. Plum, and we'd been waiting since March or April for it. Totally wonderful, I had a big dance and sang along all dewy-eyed. 

Before I forget - 



Books read October:

Baby, I Don't Care: Robert Mitchum by Lee Server (this book is completely boss)
The Day of the Locust by Nathanael West (I had mentally shelved this in the 'worthy books I must get to someday even though they'll be hard work' section in my mind. Turns out it was no work at all - I loved it).
Wild by Cheryl Strayed (yep, Dear Sugar. Also, a pal of mine is quoted on the dust jacket, which is super cool). 

I also dipped in to a bunch of anthologies, including the great Sister Spit book I bought in City Lights. And I read Jodi Picoult's Love & Murder Wonder Woman storyline.