The Corner of Self-Discovery

In an effort to boost my posting rates, I have decided to add two new sections to my blog.  Don't worry, they both follow the theme of doing something new every day...a goal I am still trying desperately to achieve.  Here's what's up:




1) Nanowrimo Update or Nanowrimoupda as it will be called:  Starting in a bit under a week, I will be writing a novel in 30 days.  Yes, I've done this before and it doesn't really qualify as something new.  Then again, I'll be writing a new novel and hopefully completing it this time so it will be something new.  I will use the Nanowrimoupda section to keep you abreast of my progress--highlighting the developments, word counts, failures and successes.





2) Angela's Corner of Self-Discovery:  Over the past few months I have had a lot of alone/down time to think about things.  This has led to a few realizations that I feel I could share with the world...and that I should probably get off of my chest.

So, there you have it and here they are:

NANOWRIMOUPDA:  I have nailed down my story idea.  It can be described as a somewhat political thriller mixed with a doomed love story, no happy endings (maybe) and a twist that might just make the whole chocolate-and-vanilla-in-one-ice-cream-thing look like child's play.  I am searching for two more main character names...both male, one's a jerk, one's not.  Accepting suggestions immediately.  Can't wait to get started on some outlining and time-lining this weekend!

ANGELA'S CORNER OF SELF-DISCOVERY:  I recently discovered that I have a morbid fear of walking in on someone in the bathroom.  When I approach one of those single-person public toilets my gait slows dramatically and my ears perk up as I listen for any activity within.  After hearing nothing, I slowly reach for, grab and then turn the door knob.  I then position myself in a way that I cannot be seen by anyone still "using" the facilities.  Pulling open the door, I wait to see if there is a shriek of, "I'm here you idiot!" or "Knock why don't you!" or just a regular old shriek.  Then, if I hear nothing, I peek my head around the door for one final sweep of the room before making my entrance.  Honestly, I don't know when this started exactly but I think it began when I wasn't careful and assumed all bathrooms remained empty until I showed up to use them. (I'm still trying to suppress the memories). I suppose there are worse things to be afraid of.