too many words

wow. i've realised that i've built up quite a writing habit. with the people i like to email, and the places i like to post, and nanowrimo, i probably shouldn't be sleeping.

nanowrimo is going better this year, but i still doubt i'll finish this time 'round. *shrugs* i'm content, though.

and i have been thinking about life choices.

there are stories that are probably coming to a close.

new beginnings.

if i don't get a scholarship for masters (to-be-upgraded-to-PhD) next year i'm going to look for work in a bookshop (even if i have to kill people) and do a bicycle mechanic course at tafe or something. i was thinking about it today and i believe this is something that would bring me pleasure. and i will think further on the montessori thing.

i am partly hoping i don't get the scholarship. i love being a student, and i love learning. but i know i'll always be learning *something*, and i wonder if perhaps uni is no longer providing me with the right kind of challenges in life. it's hard at times, but...in a predictable sort of way?

i don't know. there are still a lot of things i have to sort out.