The problem with something like NaBloPoMo is that I have to come up with something new everyday. When I don’t write, I have all these stories running through my head. And then when I commit, I come up dry. Ah well, that’s the way it goes.
The funny thing is that I have often thought of writing a semi-autobiographical novel, a la “The Bell Jar” (though not so depressing). It would be fun to put all my quirks, all my craziness out there, all the random thoughts, yet I don’t know if I could really publish it in my lifetime. Sometimes I wonder how close other people are to me. I kind of think that everyone has the thoughts that they don’t let out.