Another month, and just a few disappointing drops into this word urn. Sure, I owe you a travelogue. Heck, I owe it to my camera to get the pretty pictures off it. In the meantime, I just live in the present of phone pictures and twitter posts.
November is NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), something I’ve attempted four or five times, but never really made it even halfway. And that begat NaKniSweMo (National Sweater Knitting Month, yes, they don’t follow the naming convention), something I’ve never been foolish enough to try. More examples of embers-to-be, like New Year’s resolutions, marathon training, 750 Words and Health Month, in the bonfire of un(der)achieved goals
But here I am, brimming with the optimism of a month’s beginning. I am not officially declaring anything, but I wouldn’t mind getting the above sweater finished. (Irreverently started on October 31st.) I would love to perhaps read a book (read: listen to an audiobook… maybe by Murakami whilst I knit). I’m not going to write anything, except for a post or two or thirty here. It’s been pretty nice weather in SF, so I have no excuse not to run. If it does rain, I could always start a one hundred pushups program…
I’ll be happy just doing one special thing a day. But, heck, I may even try to finish a second sweater.