For NaNoWriMo this year, I decided I wasn’t actually going to write a novel. I know that’s the whole point of the event, but there’s no grand story in my head demanding 50,000 words.
I still plan on celebrating writing, though. In the midst of exams, essays, work, and an attempt at a social life, I have little time to write. My pathetic goal is one blog entry every week.
So here I am, re-learning how to write about myself in a publishable manner while listening to the new Pentatonix Christmas CD. And that’s really all I have to say today.
(Apologies for the lameness of this post; I’ll work my way up to good blogging eventually.)