It's November and that means that once more I'm going to attempt NaNoWrimo. I did it once back in '04 and have failed bitterly since, but undaunted (well... slightly daunted) I'm going for it again. How the hell I'm going to manage running 3 miles a day, walking the dogs at insane hours, and writing 50,000 words in one month is beyond me. But one thing is sure - it means there will be lots more blog posts here as I procrastinate. Endlessly. If nothing else it will give me one more thing to stress over, which is going to be really nice for my dentist as I'm sure I will be grinding my teeth twice as much as normal. Wheee! My poor night guard takes a beating, I am shocked it's still in one piece. And it also means I'll actually pull some posts together here, which will also be nice; especially since I have let things slide to the point of barely having a blog at all any more.
I haven't been writing much of anything any where for months, not even boring tidbits in my handwritten journal. Partly because my schedule is crazy, partly because my hands have been p.a.i.n.i.n.g. me something fierce, and partly because I feel like I haven't had a helluva lot to say. Maybe that's a good thing, it might actually mean I'll have something to say for this 'novel'.
But now I have to go do some other sort of procrastination - I think I might clean the windows! The beauty of procrastination: a clean apartment.