My NaNoWriMo Shame

By now, the 6th of November, I should be well into NaNoWriMo – I should have written tens of thousands of words already. I should be feeling good about myself and good about the state of my novel. Instead, I have no words written and just a pile of good intentions, the best of intentions, in fact. Which is why I am subscribing to the T.S Eliot school of thought: “Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions”. []

Things I may or may not do this year…

Resolutions. Just typing the word invokes panic, as I see all the things I love (booze, chocolate, junk food) being taken away from me, and all the things I detest (exercise and clean living in general) being forced on me. There’s nothing worse. Anyway, I didn’t get you here to talk about all the ‘improvements’ I’m going to make on myself this year (or at least the improvements I say I’m going to make) – I want to talk about all the []