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October 21, 2004   

november is National Novel Writing Month, and the muse calls, albeit collect. i’m vaguely thinking about doing it, but november is supposed to be an extremely busy month for my project at work. but the point is not to do it well and not to put it off for when you can do it well, but just to get it done, so perhaps this should not deter me.

the problem is, i don’t know what i know enough about off the top of my head in order not to have to thoroughly research the topic in order to write at the pace required (50,000 words — roughly 175 pages — in 30 days). i’d like to write a quirky little charming love story, because, heck, it may not be a respected genre, but i enjoy reading about people falling in love, and what better to write about than what you like to read about. yes, the previous sentence was poorly structured. i wonder if i’ll be able to make any sort of progress at all because i’ll be obsessed over proper sentence structures. i hope not. anyway, i’m not sure if i’m going to do it yet. it’ll depend on if i can come up with a decent concept by the end of the month before NaNoWriMo begins. there is, of course, the fear that i’ll work hard on it and the best i can come up with is trite, clichรƒยฉd garbage. i know it’s something that chokes everyone, but i can’t pretend like it doesn’t exist.

the presidential race is close. i am hoping the often-touted “incumbent rule” will mean a victory for Kerry. maybe i’ll be able to drown my sorrows in writing if Bush wins this election.

sometimes, i think about the contrast between my mother’s life and my life, and marvel at how much easier i have it. it’s a matter of every aspect of life: my career, my relationship, my daily routine, my responsibilities. my parents’ lives were truly about working hard so that the children will have better lives, with very little opportunity to enjoy their own lives. when i hear some parents express sentiments that, to me, sound like they don’t want better for their kids (“This job was good enough for me, and it’ll damn well be good enough for you!”) than they had it, it pains me. how can you not want better for your kids? better doesn’t have to mean more money or a more prestigious career; it can mean leaving a better world for your kids, making sure that your kids don’t grow up selfish, making sure that you can be around more if possible: basically, you can take the lessons you learned in life and make sure that your kids can learn from them too. why would you want to keep them down?

this entire train of thought was originally spawned by how great i think seppo is. just on a day to day level, he’s so caring and supportive and fun and loving. there are some things that i think are minimum standards for what i want in a relationship, but for people of my mom’s generation, they are things so far beyond reach that she can’t really fathom a reality where those things are common and expected (not that they aren’t appreciated, of course). things like assuming that we’ll share household chores (in fact, seppo does more than me, so i’m putting in a lot of effort to try to balance things more), that there are no “women’s work” and “men’s work” in the house, that we pay for things together, that we are equal partners in the relationship… see? don’t they sound really basic?? so yeah, to me, they are just understood, but to my mom, having my dad even get up to pick up the remote controller that is too far away is a huge achievement (he usually calls people over from another room to pick it up for him). well, things are a bit different since my dad is living in korea with my sister, but i’m getting off topic. oh, whatever, what topic?

i sure do love that seppo. it’s been 6 years and 7 months since we first started dating, and he still drives me batty with being cute. i’m sure there are people in this world who will disagree with me, but he’s so charming and cute and funny and smart (but i’m smarter, of course). i love his smile and his laugh, and his voice is just the right tone. he cracks me up everyday. sometimes, i just wanna hug him until he pops. heh. *pop* woops. he’s talking with mobi right now. they are so funny together.

i guess all gushing must come to an end, and this is no different. ended!

5 Comments
Joseph
October 21, 2004 at 9:56 pm

I might have known him longer than anyone, except nellie, but I, too, would like to hug him until he pooped. I mean popped. Whoops.

ei-nyung
October 21, 2004 at 10:41 pm

Awww… and ewwww!!!!!!!

Anonymous
October 22, 2004 at 9:44 am

You two are so amazing and cute and great together. I’m so glad that couples like you exist in the world. It gives me hope for humanity. ๐Ÿ™‚ h

Anonymous
October 22, 2004 at 1:09 pm

I think you should go for the love story! I was thinking about doing it too, and just writing some crappy fantasy/fiction novel. NaNoWriMo is all about the November deadline and not about the quality of your work. ๐Ÿ˜€

“he usually calls people over from another room to pick it up for him”

Oh lord, that sounds just like my dad. Once, and I swear this is true, he got my mom to call me in from outside to get him a coke from the fridge. o_O

– Mike

ei-nyung
October 22, 2004 at 3:18 pm

Ooh! Let me know if you do it too. It would be good to have a buddy so we can annoy each other about our respective progress. ๐Ÿ˜€

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