My guts have been acting up these past couple of days, so I’ve been having some trouble focusing. I very almost wrote another Note about fiction that refers to history without knowing what they’re talking about–but I have one of those on-site on The Emperor’s Club, and I have trouble keeping an audience as it is without repeating myself so quickly.
Well, okay, I think I have written about Designated Love Interests before, though I can’t find it on the blog. That means it’s fair game, right? I thought about it a bit when I read Shadow of the Wind a couple of weeks back.
In other news, National Novel Writing Month is coming, and I feel like I should start outlining. I haven’t started outlining. Oof.