Okay. I had every intention of spending the month writing for NaNoWriMo … I did *not* expect Tween to get sick, be home and miserable all day, and achy and miserable all night. I also did *not* expect to be getting a visitor. Nor, did I expect for my ideas to go floating out of my head like yesterday’s to-do list.
So, I have failed, already. I have written not one single word for NaNoWriMo … so it looks like I’ll have to try again NEXT year.
*hangs head*
xoxo
