Teppy, I like it. It captures college quite well. Quick, good friends can be made so easily here, the type that will gladly let you sleep in their bed. One of my favorite parts about this type of environment.

Here's my attempt at the sleep drabble:

Sunshine invades the room. Her limbs are entangled in the blankets. The comforter is halfway to the floor. She attempts to pull the last bit of blanket over her head. The radio comes on. She does not get up. She lies between dream and wakefulness – sleeping, listening to the radio. What are those half-heard conversations and stories? Are they real? Or did she hear them in a dream? She looks at the light-filled curtains. The cat pokes at her. She burrows under the pillows, but it is too late. Sleep has left the building.

Here is my drabble for this week's challenge:

The alarm clock makes her jump, tearing her from a nightmare. She stares at the clock through half-open eyes, reality slowly returning. 8:00 am is a reasonable time to get up. The majority of people in her life are not only awake, but they are already at work. The thought makes her feel guilty. She doesn't have to get up now and she won't. In a few minutes sleep will have won the battle against the alarm. She pulls the covers tightly around her and tries to recall the dream. As scary as it was, it was better than reality.

Finally, something:

It's the silence you fear, the halting of the sound. Sensibly, you should just stop listening, but you can't. She clutches at you, inching for position, nestling at your neck and blowing slower and slower susurruses against your chest. Putting her down now would break your heart, break it like it breaks every night. Even knowing you'll dance these same steps tomorrow, you look down at her fingers in wonder as the tiny fists unclench with unconsciousness, and shift so you can feel the pattering of her heart through your skins.

It's not like any other night. It never is.

Oh, man. Some beautiful stuff.

Nova, do you know about Write A Novel in november? What's the damned acronym: I think NANOWRIMO? Quite a few Buffistas did it, I think. Basically, commit to writing 60K words in a month.

Yes, NaNoWriMo. And the limit's actually 50K-- not quite a novel, but more than enough to try and write in a month. It's fun-- I enjoyed it, and I'm definately going to sign up again this November.

Neat! No, never heard about it. If I'm still interested in writing by November (and I should be, I hope.), I'll definitely try it.

I'ma tell my friend Claire about it too. She wants to be a writer, she thinks. I'm trying to convince her to join these boards (loves Buffy, etc., like no other but, say, us), but she's reluctant. Time suck.

Am, the limit's 50K? Much easier.

I couldn't do it.(insert obligatory cheap "stamina" joke here) But I'm still working with the pieces so it wasn't a waste.

A question for everyone, mainly because I am curious:

How many people still use journals or notebooks to write in whether it be fiction or personal journal or whatever else? I am addicted to buying journals, especially when I find a very interesting one on the bargain rack at a store. But with so many people using computers these days, and writing things both here and in livejournal, if people still enjoyed or needed the feeling of putting pen to paper.