November. The month of putting away Halloween and trying not to hear the Christmas music in the stores...
But what it really means to me is... National Novel Writing Month.
But this year something happened. I was so unaware that it was already a week into the month before I saw an e-mail about write-ins and realized that I had missed the starting gunshot (the starting paper-scratch?). I'd missed thousands of words already. How sad. How hopeless to catch up. How I longed for the days when I was a part of it.
But... so... now what? Now, I am forcing myself to blog. But see? Without the deadline, my word count flounders. I pause, I get up to do other things. I feel... useless. Wordless. Non-fiction.
Ahhh, I give up. Maybe there's a good movie playing somewhere.
