It’s that time again, and I was half-heartedly considering playing this year. It’s usually an intense experience, and definitely distracting.
But.
You know I’m a dilettante. I know I’m a dilettante. It’s time I start acknowledging that writing, poetry or prose, is just noodling for me.
And once you think about fifty thousand noodles, well, you can’t unthink it.
Go for it, Julie!
Julie, you do some of the best noodling I’ve ever seen. Please do. (I’m still wondering what happened with the aliens who were kidnapping pets . . . )
As you two have probably guessed, I decided not to do it, which is a good thing considering how busy I’ve been. Maybe next year.
Mary, someday, I’ll finish my space turkey story, just for you. 🙂
Me too, me too. I really want to find out what happened.
Didn’t do NaNo this year, first in five years. I feel like I lost a limb or something. No. Like I lost 20 pounds. I feel lighter.