Two decisions made themselves recently (I know, not really a reflexive verb, but trust me, I never make decisions, so when they occur in my life, they must have done it on their own). The first is that I am going to participate in the terror that is NaNoWriMo. This is the year that I've done things I always wanted to do but never got to for various reasons. There's no reason to exclude this from the list (aside from the aforementioned terror, but this detail shall be ignored).

An adjacent 'decision' was the topic of this novel, which shall be semi-autobiographical (*groan* I know... I'm cringing, join me if you like) chick lit. This will not be a Sylvia Plath, "Bell Jar," sort of semi-autobiographical novel. There would be no point in repeating her past mistakes, and nobody needs any more help in the creation of depression. Much of the inspiration for the main character comes from my own life. But the tone itself is inspired by Bridget Jones. Not exceptionally original, I admit, but oh well.

And as for my life, trust me, there are plenty elements of the ridiculous in it. The better people get to know me here, the more frequently I get the suprised expression with the "seriously?!" following it. I'd list all the ridiculous elements of my life, but what's really the point? It'll all be in the novel. If it turns out well, we can laugh at me togehter. If not... feel free to laugh at me on your own. ;)

The second decision that made itself today was that I will be brunette again. I tend to vacillate between a medium auburn and a dark brown depending on my mood (which is often seasonal as well as momentary). Right now, I'm wanting the brown. It seems more introspective to me, less bold, less conversational. And anyways, it's time for a change.