November 1 is looming. It's getting closer and closer and even though I spent much of the past 12 months willing November to hurry up, now that it's on the horizon I wish it wasn't so soon. Half the time I'm falling asleep on the couch at 8pm -- I don't know how (if?) I'll be able to make it through the month without a near-frightening amount of caffeinated beverages.

I'm in the process of "outlining" my story. I've been preparing by making notes on flashcards. They're people, places, events, and overall feelings that have characterized the past 3 years. Part of the reason I'm doing this is so that I can kind of form a rough, chronological list of events -- a way of organizing the chaos -- but also so that I can remember as much as possible. This way, if an idea pops into my head randomly, all I have to do is jot it down on a card and later I can rearrange the pieces to add it into the body of my story.

This will definitely be a journey.