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Mike thinks I'm afraid of writing. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm afraid of what would happen when I finally finish a novel. What on earth would I do then? I don't know. The unknown is frightening and all that...It's the Year of the Tiger. Isn't that supposed to inspire courage? Yes, according to this site: "This courageous and fiery fighter is admired by the ancient Chinese as the sign that keeps away the three main tragedies of a household. These are fire, thieves and ghosts." Let's have none of those, please. Let's be brave and write together, shall we?

(ETA, this site says in the chinese zodiac, monkeys are the "erratic geniuses." If that's not me, I don't know what is.)

I finally bought Scrivener, with my NaNo 09 winner discount, so now I really need to use it. I've even got some ideas for the next few chapters. And I could start adding my previous (mostly all unfinished) to Scrivener and use its nifty features to figure out how I can get them done. I really want to be a writer, I do. But my motivation is non-existent. I've got to get over that. Really.

Will someone hold me to the writing? I always say I want more money. Well, writing wouldn't get me much, but it would be more.