And NaNoWriMo has started. My friends are headlong into it racking up word counts like an elephant and peanuts. It’s amazing, inspiring. Not me. My sum total of writing for the month consists of writing down the dream I had that would make a very surreal book. My wife says I should write it. Maybe that will be for next November when I don’t have two group projects and other stressors actively assailing me. December can’t come soon enough.
This is the Novel Mage saying, *POOF*