On Friday night we went to farewell a friend of ours before he went into a voluntary three-day exile. Paul is taking part in the annual international three day novel writing contest. (Paul is also Gummo Trotsky - an extremely popular and widely read blog.)
The deal is that you write a novel from after midnight Saturday until midnight on Monday. It works on the honesty system - the experience is everything, after all. The winner is published and receives $500 but most of the contestants do it for the masochistic joy of pushing themselves beyond the limit for 72 hours and emerging, rough draft in hand, at the other end.
I'm doing it next year. I felt frankly jealous that Paul was doing and I wasn't. Next year, I'm on! Keith likens it to speed dating, but hey - the worst that can happen is that family life melts down for 72 hours and I emerge at the end with the rough draft of something like a novel. Sounds good to me. Any other takers? Come on Ewan, Robert, Maureen - we can do it! Check it out.
On the knitting front, I'm knitting Elizabeth Zimmerman's Pi Shawl - at least I think that's what I'm doing. It's from Silk Noro, so it won't be a lacey little number but something far more substantial. I'm thinking of having it as a back up wrap for whatever I decide to wear to the wedding. That's right THE wedding. It's all happening - we saw the civil celebrant last Wednesday. We've organised music, kind of, a poem, naturally and now I just have to write the ceremony.
We're really excited about it!
If you can take any more news about New Orleans, try here. Do you think this could be the end of Bush? I tell you what, it makes having my car squished by a falling tree earlier this year seem very small bananas.