For those three of you who regularly read these mad musings of mine, you know there are stretches of time when I seemingly sit in my rocking chair staring blankly into space whilst singing a tuneless "Nonny, nonny, nonny..." for days, yea, even weeks on end.
That is, when I'm not writing the world's longest sentences, for which I have become quite famous. (see example above)
It should come as quite a shock to you, as it did to me, that I signed up for NaBloPoMo. I mean really, I'm not one to commit to something that requires actual, you know, WORK on my part or anything, so this may be an exercise in extreme pain...both for the writer as well as the reader.
I just felt as though you should be warned.
One day I may write about global warming, and the next it may be about how far past my knees my child-feeding appendages have stretched. One day it may be some sort of light God has shined into my darkness that I need to share, while the next it could be a diatribe against people who pass gas in elevators.
You just won't know until you tune in.
And the scary part is, neither will I.
But I have made the commitment, and I shall sally forth, firm in my resolve to write at least SOMETHING every day, whether it's worth reading or not. Bear with me, gentle folk, and be kind.
Because, there but for the soundness of your own mind and the grace of God, go you!