I’ve been so tired lately. I went to bed at 10 last night, slept the night through, and still slept on the train. On the way in and on the way home.
I may have picked up a writing buddy. She’s 13 and her enthusiasm for NaNoWriMo reminds me of my enthusiasm for writing when I was her age. I should attempt to resurrect some of those old half finished “manuscripts” of mine. Trouble was, back then I thought I was the next R.L. Stine and only wrote about troubled girls who put their fluffy white cats through meat grinders and made delicious hamburgers and stole their mother’s boyfriends. Damn, that story was so good.