My head is busy. Full of half thoughts and unstarted business. They flit and dance and spin. They cause me to lose hours. I have plans, sometimes. Plans which involve phoning or texting or visiting or commenting. Somehow, the plans rarely make it past “I must…”.
These aren’t deep thoughts; I’m not going to turn into a philosopher, a guru, or a general know it all. In truth, that’s maybe part of the problem. Flitting and floating about like I am, I’m skimming the surface. Avoiding the depths.
Time for action, asserts the control freak.
I’m going to use
NaNoWriMo NanuNanu November. I’m not going to write a novel. (Hold back those tears.) I’m going to take time to process some of the mess in my head. I’m going to write. I don’t know how many words I’ll write. I don’t know how much will make it here. I don’t know much about it yet.
I haven’t thought about it too much …