11.30.06
Chariots of Fire. Again.
Through moving, a new job, cockroaches, credit card debt, sickness, holidays, and home groups, I have conquered NaNoWriMo for the fourth year in a row. I’m going to buy myself a drink.
11.28.06
Subway Woes, Etc.
This morning I went to the men’s group that meets on Washington Place. It was a nice ride down; I took the 2 to Times Square and then hopped on the W to 8th Street. The problem came when I was trying to get to work afterwards. I left the group early (8:15) so that I could make it to work in Brooklyn by 8:35/8:40. In the back of my mind, I knew it would never happen because I was going to take the R but then I said, “Don’t think negative, Josh. You’ll be fine.” So I waited for the R. And I waited. And waited. Despite it being rush hour, the R took ten minutes to come. Then we got stopped before Rector Street. In short, I’m now on page 63 of the book I just started and I didn’t get to work until 9. Grrr to NYC Transit. Grrrr.
My cats are adjusting well to the new place. They don’t much care for having only one room to tear up and they really hate that I vaccuum daily and there’s nowhere to hide. I feel a little bad, but I get over it quickly.
I posted the sequel the bed bug journal. Since it is now an official series, it has a new name. Check the side bar under “Pages”.
Finally, I made it to a NaNo meetup last night and guess what! A reporter from the NY Times was there. I didn’t say much, but there’s a teensy chance that you’ll see me quoted in a soon-to-be-published edition of the Times. Good times, indeed…P.S., I love the NY NaNoers. They make me laugh.
11.27.06
Some Key Points:
- I’m not dead.
- I’m on point with NaNo, but not ahead.
- Time Warner has agreed to grace me with their presence on Wednesday night to take care of this whole no-internet problem.
- Come visit me, my apartment is finally livable =)
11.20.06
Can’t…Take…Any…More…
Right now I’m sitting in apartment 5B. The kicker? I live in apartment 3D. No, I didn’t make a new friend. I’m sitting here with my cats and my laptop, stealing someone’s internet, because at this moment in time, my apartment is poisonous. I’ll tell you all about it soon.
The worse news? I have 30,680 words. The better news? I have another hour and a half before my apartment is non-toxic and all I have is a laptop and half of a beer. NaNo word count, here I come…
11.17.06
Out Of Breath
I only discovered yesterday that Thanksgiving happens next week. It feels a little early to me which doesn’t surprise me at all given the organization of my life over the past couple of months. People always say that God won’t give you more than you can handle. I don’t know if I should be flattered He thinks I can handle so much or if I should start disagreeing with His assessment of my tolerance.
For example, things that happened two days ago I thought happened yesterday. Not just one or two things but an easy 30 percent of conversations I’ve had with clients I remembered having earlier in the week. In addition, when I look at their sign-in attendence, there are people who haven’t been here in a week who I’d swear I sat with this morning. I forgot to leave my credit card for my mother. I can’t get my stuff packed up at home because I don’t even know where to begin. I don’t have any money and I haven’t had any social interaction in weeks, save one visit to Amy’s and a visit from Mandi.
In short, I’m losing my mind. Heck, it may already be gone.
11.15.06
Movin’ To The City (Again)
I don’t have any money left in the bank which is rather ulcer-provoking but will soon be rectified now that I actually have a job. In the meantime, I’m eating PB&J for lunch. Today the meager sandwich just wasn’t cutting it so I went to Junior’s (two blocks away!!) since they don’t have a credit card minimum and I bought a slice of Chocolate Mousse Cheesecake. All I can say is that this is best decision I’ve made all day.
And at last, the official announcement: The lease is signed and I will be moving to West 126th Street on Saturday morning. See you all soon unless you live in CT in which case I’m going to miss you like you just plain flat out wouldn’t believe.
Harlem represent, west side 
11.12.06
Bonus Track
This song so belonged on Over Bridges And Broken Things but didn’t make the demo recording. Instead, it’s made the first cut recording which you’ll find to be much more elaborate and, hopefully, much better sounding. Enjoy.
Sunday Open Mic Copyright 2006, Joshua G. Cacopardo, All Rights Reserved
11.11.06
Haha
I was reading Chris Baty’s e-mail for Nano: Week 2 and I noticed that Google’s sponsored links consisted of suicide prevention services.
::snicker, snicker::
Nano Nano
Things are getting a little drab in the novel. I think it’s a temporary lapse; this usually happens to me after a strong start. The thing I’ve learned over the years is to just write it and come back to it in December, January, whenever. To give you an idea of how horrible things have gone, yesterday I completed a narrative of a woman unintentionally eating a french fry in a suggestive way. Lame, lame, lame.
But for those of you who are interested in morbidity and population control, you’ll be happy to know that someone else is about to die. Yes, it’s a flashback but don’t worry. There will be more real time death later on. It just seems to be the way this one is going.
I’m not too sure about the antagonist yet. It may turn out to be a silent supernatural or it could be one of those We Thought It Was A Ghost But It Turned Out To Be The Main Character’s Mother situations. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.