Okay didn't go out tonight. Not gonna say anything bad about Nik because it's my fault anyway. Anyway.
I've been thinking about Nanowrimo. I'm being too conservative, too safe. The point isn't to write something 'good', it's just to write any old damned thing and keep writing, and if I try and do some complex coming-of-middle-age story it's just gonna run out of steam before I get to the end. So! Silly! Everyone has insect names now. One is gonna be called Roach. He's a Savateur but really bad at it. One character, Hopper, owns a gun shop because he won the lotto and thought it would be a good idea to invest in a gun shop. It doesn't sell anything. He just sits around all day and goes out back and blows shit up in his firing range.
That's all I can be bothered thinking of now. But I need to tear the front pages out of note books I've got lying around from Uni and just carry it around and write down whatever random shit occurs to me.