Because I haven’t finished my full-fledged year-in-review post, here is that meme that’s floating about the tubes: take the first line of the first entry from each month for the last year.
The party last night was a success.
I am so frustrated with my computer right now.
How it begins: someone sends a fascinating email or an interesting voicemail.
The yay: Making it through an all-day offsite meeting and somehow giving a presentation in front of what felt like eleventy billion people but was in all probability only 40 or so.
I am settling into being mediocre, between genres, unfinished, and not a genius.
Usually it either takes hours or moments for me to write something here.
If you are unsure, holding a hand —
if you would take a hand into your hand
and not be sure — do not take the hand.
It could have been anything.
Any arrangement of words said or sent
could have done it.
I owe just about everyone I know an email or three, my project at work is at a fever pitch, and I’m recovering from a horrible two months physically just to hit Mercury in retrograde.
She sets the mug on the coaster.
Since I don’t have the time to do NaNoWriMo this year — but I’m happily supporting those of you who do — I thought I’d try to post a journal entry every day of November.
My year-long work project launched on Thursday-then-Friday.