Uh, About Those Roots

They have withered up.

I have become a tumbleweed.....

I must study the nature of tumbleweeds. There must be a reason for their tumbling. When do they find a place again?

This tumbleweed will. November is coming. I have been over to the NaNo website and felt instantly at home. Each year at the end of November, I swear that's the last time I'll put myself through such insanity. I have to quit being so silly. I need to remember how hungry I'll be for it the next time November rolls around. It compares to having children. Labor pains are just a small part of an bigger, infinitely rewarding project.

September was an awesome month in all the ways that really count. October is going to be one long stretch of numbers: making sure all the books are in order for upcoming taxes. I might as well combine that with something equally as exciting: purging junk from my house. My treat for all that hard work: time here and there to play around with characters, maybe even outlines, all in an effort to scare up a good story that needs telling.... Because come November 1st, I start writing.