November is National Novel Writing Month, a holiday obviously named by Americans. It's the month when people all over the world try to write a 50,000-word novel in 30 days, competing only against themselves, the clock, their daily responsibilities and their pernicious 'inner editors'. This year, for the first time in ten years, I won!
I learned a good new word the other day: akrasia, or acting against one's better judgment. That is to say, not doing the things you would prefer to do, even though you have the capability. A good example might be all the nights I've spent staring glumly at the computer screen, rather than writing or blogging or reading.
Cross-posted from Tumblr, someone else's thoughts on vampires as a metaphor for the oppressed vs. the privileged, and my musing on what this means for the novel I'm currently writing. Other interesting reflections on the same blog post: this piece on the vampire's historic status as stand in for the aristocracy, plague and foreigners, this piece about its shift to representing the marginalalised and creative in the 1970s/80s.