Let me just start by saying that I was in McDonald’s today (I can’t help it when the Monopoly game is on) and they’re already playing Christmas music.

 

I think that may be a sign of the apocalypse. Or maybe it’s a sign that I need a life.  Take your pick.

 

I’m having a hard time typing right now because I made the mistake of actually showing up to kendo practice today. I’m in armor now, which if you’re unfamiliar with kendo, means people are now actively trying (and succeeding) to hit me with a bamboo stick. Sounds like fun, right? Sounds like nothing, because I’m pretty sure I have a concussion.

 

NaNoWriMo is going well. And by well, I mean that I haven’t thrown in the towel yet.  I don’t think I will, but you never know. I’m using NaNo the same way I did last year: as an opportunity to grow as a writer. Last year I wrote a Chick Lit novel that turned out much better than anticipated. This year, it’s on to Sci-Fi. More specifically, a novel about cloning and reliving high school. It’s got potential, but unfortunately it’s in my hands, so it will probably end up stinking like so much backed up toilet water at a truck stop on Free Chili Friday...

 

I’d love to stick around and chat, but I’m burning daylight here. I’m kidding; it’s dark as hell right now. Has been for like five hours. Way to go, Daylight Savings Time, if that is your real name.

 

And to all of you Wrimos out there, good luck, godspeed, and remember the Lusitania. That is all.