The rain that has been the main feature of our days in Southwestern Ohio lately seems to have affected the blogosphere in general: as I write, very few blogs on my blogroll have recent entries. What this means is that, for today at least, I might be forced to come up with my own opinions about the world and life in general.
I wonder if this is a really good idea…
I am seriously considering joining nanowrimo, and I can’t decide if this notion is a sign of weakness in me. Perhaps it’s a sign of something positive yet unnamed in me. I know I have this novel in me; it keeps talking to me, and telling me how to write it.
Perverse, yet true. The course of my life!
white pebble 