Here we are, quivering once more on the cusp of November. I am preparing to take that deliberate leap into insanity known as NaNoWriMo. If you have never heard of this authorly phenomenon, please see my barely-coherent posts from this time last year for a slap-dash, but essentially accurate, explanation.
Before I fling myself into the abyss, I wanted to stop by and relay my thoughts on this auspicious occasion. Unfortunately, my thoughts seem to have distilled down to something along the lines of: “I must be out of my ever-loving mind.” Nonetheless, I will make a concerted effort to post regularly about my NaNo experience this year in between choruses of Nearer My God to Thee.
On a side note, everyone has discussed the fun-filled gobsmack that was Hurricane Sandy. No one was more surprised than me at the impact that an east-coast storm could have on Ohio. I really thought that, like so many other tourists, it would head straight for New York City and ignore the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. I was wrong. Not only was the Rock Hall damaged, but thousands of residents are still without power and Shorty will be staying home from school for the third day in a row. In fact, one nearby school is now being used as a shelter for people displaced by the storm. We were very lucky to have been in one of the first areas to which power was restored, and all our friends in the affected regions have had their heads cyber-counted.
Many people have suffered terrible losses, however. Please consider donating to the Red Cross by texting REDCROSS to 90999 to give $10 to American Red Cross Disaster Relief.
Now, to all my fellow WriMos, best of luck to each of you! May your wit be plentiful, May your word counts be high, and may your coffee never get cold!