377 days - Blog #96

There is a fire in my wood stove.  Wine glasses are approaching empty.  There is a sink full of dishes.  The coffee pot is empty.  The tea kettle has water in it from the second or third filling.  There is a plate of desserts on the coffee table.  Around me is the pitter patter of taps on the keyboard.

It is November 1^st.  The start of Nanowrimo.

I would write more, dear Reader, but there is another setting calling me.  A setting that will infiltrate this blog for the next 30 days, I’m afraid.

But that’s okay.

I’m writing a novel.