I am not doing nanowrimo this year. I figure instead that I will work harder at work, and also edit that 2002 novel I wrote that I keep talking about but never editing. I am bored of being at odds and ends.
I am a bit sad tonight, because I have that thing we all get sometimes, where I just remember stupid errors and faux pas I have made in things I have said. It's not altogether unhealthy, these moments of atonement--perhaps a fitting beginning to the days of the dead.