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.


Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

2 thoughts on “November”

  1. Yeah I know what you mean, in between my posts I have been thinking of tons of great stuff … but then when I sit down, it’s usually at the end of the of day and I have no energy. Maybe I should job things down on my to do list … but then I would have to remember to start that damn to do list…

    It will come. It’s just rusty.

  2. Yup, me too. Had a great story abut the kids Friday night. Told it to Eric. He said you should blog that. I said yes, I’ll do it in the morning.

    Too bad neither of us could remember it by morning. 😦

    I have to remember to jot down something, or at least log a blog title. That’s usually enough for me to remember it a day or two later.

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