It's November 1, which means today's the annual day I feel guilty about not writing a novel this month. It's a thing, for those of you who don't read too much internet like I do, where a bunch of people get together and try to write novels of significant length in a month. I don't know why they chose November, because it's the second-busiest month of the year. No one consulted me. I have three kids and a puppy and a business. It's just not time, for me. Maybe next year.
How many more years can I keep saying that, before I run out of next years?
It's also NaBloPoMo, which means National Blog Posting Month - we're supposed to post at least once a day, every day, for the entire month of November. Typically that's achievable, for me, but lately I've been kind of quiet, haven't I? Everyone keeps getting sick. I barely have time to brush my teeth.
Excuses, excuses. But they won't be little, forever, right? Someday.....