Reflections on a shattered week

While the day - and the week, barring a few events here and there - has been remarquably pleasant, gazing upon the misfortunes of the past months reminds me of Neil Gaiman's words:

"When writing a novel that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: 'House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day."

On a not-so-unrelated note, the NaNo is still going well. The dreaded second-week-wall is far behind, as I have more and more ideas for my not-so-plotless ramblings, and still manage to keep a good day's advance on schedule. Wrist pains, however, are seriously starting to worry me.

I learned yesterday that I had been published - a small novella in a college litteray journal that I had all but forgotten of. Still, good news.