I think it's well past time the current novel-in-progress (which has been in-progress, for varying values of progress, for a year now) is awarded at least a working title. Problem being I have no idea what to call it. I've just been calling it The Novel — like it's the only one, even though it isn't the only one in my head, let alone anywhere else. Bleh. Maybe I should call it Bilge, just to taunt it. Reverse psychology and all that. (It's a bad sign when you're contemplating, even in joke, taunting your own novel, isn't it?)
Anyway, after a month off from the untitled beast, I'm finally starting to get my legs under me with the revision. I'm concentrating on a single day basis, because otherwise it's too dispiriting, to know how far I still have to go. And I so very much want this beast to be finished now.
I also started a short story the other day. (Guess what? That's right, no title. No, I don't know why I can't pre-pick titles anymore either.) It's a strange little story, and I'm not quite sure how I'm going to get to the ending I have in mind. But it's only supposed to be a thousand words, so I suppose I don't have long before I find out.
In completely unrelated news, today I moved all my music files into the iTunes library, and checked the little box which lets iTunes manage my files. Lookit that, everything sorted by artist and album and song name. In doing so, I somehow managed to unearth two songs, respectively named Track 2 and Track 13, by unknown artists from unknown albums. After a quick listen, I have no idea what these songs are, nor where they came from. H'm.