One Hundred And One Things

What's this about?

These Three Remain was my 2007 NaNoWriMo effort, and was partly a response to the Great Christian Union Cockup of 2005-7, and partly an expression of frustration with Dear Bob. There are various drafts extant, in various states of completion.


Why do I want to do this?

I think that, given a little more hard work, this could be the best thing I've ever written. I don't want it to languish unfinished on my hard drive forever.


How will I know when it's done?

I'll have a complete novel that I wouldn't be ashamed to submit to a publisher. You never know, I might even submit it to a publisher.


Progress will be tracked in occasional posts in this journal, letting you know how I'm getting on with it.

Why do I want to do this?

I'm reasonably adventurous, but, given a limited budget and a near infinite choice, don't usually know where to start. That's a very open statement, and it's meant to be. It applies to food, to music, to books, to pretty much everything. I'll often find myself falling back on the angel I know because the sheer breadth of choice. I fear I may be missing out.


How will I know when I've done it?

Every day for a month, I'll have posted asking for recommendations for various items. I'll have followed up any resulting recommendations to the best of my ability.


I'll record this on el_staplador

What's this about?

And, more to the point, what does the picture of me in my little brother's hat have to do with anything? Well, I took it towards the end of a rather raucous party, which is a context in which you are fairly likely to discover me singing. Being of a somewhat retiring nature, I don't tend to open my mouth in front of strangers.


Why do I want to do this?

Singing is an important part of my life in both sacred and secular contexts. I'm not a great singer - but I'm not actually a bad one; I'm just very underconfident (it comes of living all your life with people who sing your own part better than you do). I want to force myself out of my comfort zone.


How will I know when it's done?

I will have sung a stretch of music at least four bars long, either alone or in an ensemble small enough that my voice can be clearly distinguished and attributed to me, in front of a group of people that includes strangers, three times. Alternatively, I will have one recording of my singing, other than the Cats' Duet, posted somewhere on the internet, or broadcast as part of my husband's Advent Calendar, and will have sung a stretch of music at least four bars long, either alone or in an ensemble small enough that my voice can be clearly distinguished and attributed to me, twice.


I'll record this in this journal, probably on this post. If a recording ends up on the internet, I'll post a link to it.