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Ow. My heel is cracked. Ow.

*cries* I lost my new pencil case which contained my new pens, my new whiteout, my new pencils, my eraser, my stapler, and my phone recharger. *sobs* It was IN my BACKPACK. How do I lose something that's in my backpack? stupidreginayes.

In totally unrelated news, my first Official Driving Lesson went well. It was my first time driving an automatic, and while I still love my truck, as soon as my father gets a new car, that Hybrid is mine. Also, discovered that Starbucks chai tea is the yummiest substance on earth, closely followed by baklava and chocolate croissiants.

I'm learning how to shade. I had to buy pencils. But I also got a new backpack, which is good. It has, liek, pockets and stuff. I'm a pocket geek. If it has pockets and gadgets and stuff, I'm there.

Hm.

Anything else to say? I guess not.

I've got a new novel idea, which may well turn out to be my NaNoWriMo project ... (sorry, khaoskat my love, I know you want me to write Rage. I think that may continue to be The Great Unwritten Novel, though.)

I was inspired by Under The Tuscan Sun (which is terrific, energizing, and sexy- go watch it!). I've got a thing for writing about writers, and the easiest character to write would probably be the type I usually rp- similar to myself, only somewhat more outgoing. And snarkier. ...well.... more openly snarky.

So.

Premise:

Mid-twenties-ish writer goes on a tour of Europe in an attempt to cure her writer's block. Has some nice little times in England, etc., and eventually ends up in Italy. Unfortunately, she lacks money. How this happens I don't know. Yet. Anyway, being, er, completely fuckin' nuts, she decides it's an "adventure" and she should try and live by her wits.

I dunno. It just seems like something I would do if I were slightly less of a scaredy-cat.

In doing this she runs into a young Italian girl (maybe twelve? near that age.) who decides to sort of take her in, like a stray puppy or something. At first WG (WriterGirl) is all, "Uh? Depart, short one. *shooing motions*" but eventually she sort of grudgingly decides the kid's okay.

Stuff happens. I only have a rough idea of what.

So! Our anticlimatic ending is WG, after some lovely and not-so-lovely little mini-adventures in Italy, phones home for some mulah, and gets on a plane.
Gets off the plane.
Gets on the plane.
Gets off the plane.
Finally decides to stay off the plane, after annoying an entire airport, and chase after Little Kid.

I lied, it's not the ending.

WG, unfortunately, can't find LK. But! She finds a guy. A cute guy. An American guy. (like An American In Paris, only in Italy. Including the snarky best buddy. But the buddy's English.). American guy, notsogood for WG. AG kind of a snot.

WG spends a few months with AG, all the time trying to find LK, and...

Um.

My muses sort of dropped off around there.

Help?