At midnight last night I began my second annual odyssey into the world of National Novel Writing, and as of 1:00pm MT, I had a little over 2,000 words. Only 48,000 to go. Wa-hoo.
So I'm writing to say that my inconsistent once-a-week writing may drop off to "not at all" during the month of November, or it might shoot up to "once-every-other-day," depending on how stuck I am.
As a lovely parting gift, let me say that yesterday, in preparation for WriMo and acknowledging that I shouldn't place my concentration elsewhere for a month, I finally, finally sat down and watched Battlestar Galactica 4.5. In other words, it's all over, kids.
A couple of thoughts on the finale: I don't mind the way Kara Thrace exited the picture, but I would have liked a little more explanation for what and why she was during the last half season. Was she an angel? Probably. But for a show that spent a lot of time examining spirituality and religion, there was a shocking lack of reason for why she continued to exist, despite finding her own dead body on Earth in the season opener.
What was most jarring to me was the realization of the fact that Caprica Six, the one who started it all, was the Six shacked up with Tigh. I mean, intellectually I think I knew that at some point. But it wasn't until she and Baltar ran into one another that it really struck me: the love of his life had been pregnant with Saul Tigh's baby. Weird.
Finally, sources will confirm that I all but threw my computer when Boomer beat up Athena, shagged Helo, and stole Hera. Certain people have been warned that if a carbon copy of me shows up and he can't tell the difference, we're in serious trouble.
I'm sure there is a more intellectual and intellgent analysis that I can give at this point, but I have a novel to write. Wish me luck.
