"IT'S NOT A LIE. IT'S A GIFT FOR FICTION" I went out for breakfast this morning to avoid the next group of people coming round to look at the house (buy it you bastards) and managed to bash out a rough plot for my entry into National Novel Writing Month. Now I actually know what I'll be writing about I've come up with a slightly better name for the thing than Widescreen. Although, of course this may, and probably will, change before the end of November but as it stands the thing will be called Foolscap. Seeing as I've got so much on at the moment I've decided to try and write the full 50,000 words on a PSION rivo This means I can keep the 'novel' in my pocket and add to it on the tube, at work, wherever... I've also decided that I need some new music before I can write anything decent - so in the best tradition of avoiding deadlines by running in the opposite direction I'm going to nip out and buy some new noisy guitar stuff. After that I need to finish off my piece for Brindled and start the review for this month's Bookslut... fuck Mike is blogging to: nothing cos all his music sucks...