In Which Carmen Chatters More or Less Incoherently

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My life is rated PG.
What is your life rated?

How lame is that? :P

In other news, I can't wait for NaNo 2005--I have so many ideas that I'm just dying to put into the shape of novels, but I can't quite justify the time they'll cost me until November, when I'll be insanely occupied and have my 1,667 words per day to keep me company. It's such a high--I've never been that focused in my life. Which, for me, the original "Sure, what's an extra life-consuming project?" girl, is quite a statement.

I'm hoping to get back into some casual SW writing this summer--I miss writing in that fandom. In addition, I'd like to get some BSG plot bunnies written and filed away. (New season starts on July 15!) Of course, I have to submit more poetry to magazines while I'm waiting to hear back from the first round. I have so much to do that I can barely stay in one place for longer than twenty minutes. The energy I've had in the past few weeks is just incredible. I hope it doesn't mean I'm coming down with some sort of horrible illness--I've had that happen before, and it ain't pretty.

None of what I'm saying follows anything else I'm saying, and none of my sentences have anything like the polish I usually try to give them, and this whole post probably sounds like it was written by a ten-year-old. And that's okay. It's okay. I have my whole life stretching from this second forward, and it's huge, and it's beautiful, and it's kind of intimidating and exhilarating at once, and I can't even see the horizon, it's so far away.