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Dec. 1st, 2005

This double glazing stuff is a little strange. When I walk down the hill, it doesn't quite look like my house any more. The front door is so thick that it's kind of like walking into a prison, but because of how you have to close it, never quite looks shut either, even though you could pull forward on the handle all you liked and it wouldn't budge

Flailed madly over the finishing line for NaNo last night. In the end I just abandoned the section I was writing - highwayman hijacking the carriage, the generic stuff - and moved onto two other scenes that I already knew the outcome of. The ferret dreams.

Dilan / Dileen is quite a fun little ferret, with a really odd attitude. Totally bizarre to write about.

Better correct all the typoes from last night's literary mad dash now.