When I sat down to write this morning of nattering about “waiting for the other shoe to drop.” I deleted it around 9 AM because I wasn’t pleased with it. Plus, there’s a couple things going on that I’m still not ready to write about and have the world read.

I signed up for NaNoWriMo, even though I don’t enjoy writing fiction. But I figured I would give the story I’ve been trying to write for four years now another go. Plus there is the social aspect. My social life is woefully lacking. Four years ago, my last semester in college, the four walls were closing in on me, and NaNo was what got me out of my room. I’m not expecting miracles, but I did organize a kick-off dinner for 10 strangers on Saturday, which is way more socializing than I usually do on my weekend.

I have a lot of my mind, but nothing definite enough to put down on paper.