So, I've written a little for National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. When I attempted it last year, I didn't have a job and I made it 22 pages. Given that the goal is 50,000 words... that means I gave up pretty quickly.
But some things are ok to give up on. And so, I wrote a little tonight for NaNoWriMo. I won't write 50,000 words, don't plan to. I'm just going to see what happens. So far a vivid dream is informing the first couple paragraphs. That's all there is.
I opened my NaNo from 2009 and am looking at it for the first time in forever. This line made me happy:
"The table was small and cheap and Swedish, and had lived in four apartments before this one."
I am easily pleased.