Okay, it’s officially November. Already I’m wondering whether it was a good idea to join NaBloPoMo, as in why write if I have nothing to say. Then again, I’m not trying to write a novel as some people are. This is doable. It will be good and fun and all that. It actually feels nice to have a new virtual home. Now I have to run away from my real world home, though, because it’s yet another Saturday with heavy metal neighbours. The bastards with their huge speakers and unfortunate taste in music and no respect for my wishes. So I’m off, luckily to a birthday party (not mine). Back tomorrow.
Not a novel