To Write, To Dream


One day at work, when I was having a particularly bad day, I jokingly told a colleague I was just having a existential crisis.  She looked at me quizzically, and said, “Really?  I’ve never had one of those.”

“You’re lucky,” I said, “I have at least one a year.”  We laughed, she because she thought I really was joking, and me, because…well, I wasn’t.  I can’t say that I’m having one now, but due to events in my life, I am doing my typical uselessly-looking-inward exercise.  Again.  Yelling at myself because as I well know, ideas without actions are regrets, yet here I am regretting my inactions.

One thing I have always wanted to do is write a book, so I have signed up for NaNoWriMo.  I don’t know that I will get to 50,000 words in a month–but something is better than the nothing I’m currently doing.  I don’t have to post my novel publicly–and frankly, I’m not sure I want to–so that leaves the question of accountability.  Which is why, in my infinite wisdom, I have also signed up for NaBloPoMo.  *sigh*  This could backfire terribly.

Wish me luck!


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.

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