So it turns out that Winter was just nipping in for a bit of a laugh.
Mark Twain once said that if you don't like the weather in New England, wait ten minutes.
I noted earlier that I was trying to find a name for the hard, more-cooked edge of the brownie pan. For lack of a better word, I will be content to call it browniecrust, and should I ever come upon a fitting word that needs a meaning, I'll do what I must.
As I'm going to be working quite a lot during the holiday push at Sam Goody I might not end up doing NaNoWriMo, but I fully intend to complete something of the sort on my own time. My thoughts are either a work of Gonzo journalism or this scifi idea I have mulling around in my head.
The latter might be better suited as a graphic novel or a webcomic. That line of thought, however, is operation under the assumption that I can get an artist to work on it with me. I'm not sure I've mentioned this here, but I have written for two separate webcomic projects. One lasted three strips, none of which bore any resemblance to what I wrote. The other lasted about ten strips, but none of them were ever posted. But the field is juicy, and I'll almost have to try again at some point. I wants me some of that phat T-shirt cash. the audience is nice, too.
So yeah, that's all for now. Later, all.