Day 2
Another good day. It started out with yoga and a lap around the park. Then I worked my day job for eight hours, got some positive feedback on my work-for-hire fiction gig, went to this grubby Starbucks, and busted out my NaNoWriMo quota in less than four hours. I’m getting this sinking feeling of oh crap, could the reason I haven’t gotten this novel written before now possibly be that I was not busy enough? Horrifying to consider. But I’ve lived enough life to appreciate the good days. Today is one of those. Right this second, I wish every month were NaNoWriMo. Maybe, just maybe, it could be, in my little world.
