Thinking before you act is for wimps.

I probably just did something stupid.

I keep telling myself that I need to write more often, but aside from the occasional bits of blathering around here, I never actually do it. I needed something to really kick my butt into gear. I needed an arbitrary, difficult and yet still possible to attain goal.

So I went and signed myself up for NaNoWriMo. It achieves all of the above, and yet I find myself feeling not entirely unlike Bart Simpson that one time he signed up for the Junior Campers after he and Milhouse went on that all-syrup Squishee bender. I figure it's probably a mistake, but it's also probably a mistake I need to make. It's kind of Zen. Almost. Not really. Or at all. But it's as close as anything in my life is going to get to Zen, so I'm just gonna say that it is. Even though it isn't. Not even remotely.

So anyway, if I'm all twitchy and "Hey you kids, get offa my lawn! I told you I'd shoot, but you didn't believe me! WHY DIDN'T YOU BELIEVE ME?!?" come mid-November, well, you'll know the reason why.

And feel free to add me as a writing buddy if you like (Jim? Annie? Jer?). My username is prufrock30. I'm sure I could use the support.

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