It is finished

Approaching the End
National Novel Writing Month is nearly over. As of this entry, I have spewed 50081 words into my OpenOffice Writer. There’s more to be written. I doubt that it is publishable, but it has been a good discipline for bringing me out of sleep at the beginning of the day and back into it at the end. I’ve proceeded with a few principles in mind: Even though this is a first draft, I try to do it ri

NaNoWriMo
If I do not write much on this blog, know that I am working hard on National Novel Writing Month. I won’t be publishing my work online or in paperware until I have finished it and scoured it for apt revisions — especially the right word. So far I am 7244 words into the opus. If you keep score of such things, you can follow my progress here.

Surrendering Control
Going on vacation — especially to Hawaii by way of LAX — can mean you place yourself in the hands of strange drivers. First there are the ones who drive you to and from the airport. On the morning of the fourteenth, we packed ourselves into a deep blue Supershuttle van. The chauffeur was kind, but traffic was not. Two thirds of the way it slowed to stop and go. If you live in one of the larger metropolitan areas, you knows what this means. Move forward just

Spam Spam Spam Spam
I kid you not. Spam is considered a delicacy on the Big Island of Hawaii. There is absolutely no shame attached to the eating of this meat. They serve Spam for breakfast. You can buy Spam sandwiches. And most bizarre of all, a Kona sushi bar sells Spam nigiri. If you say anything other than “Spam is good” in Hawaii, you are summarily executed. And ground into Spam.