As I mentioned last night, I cleaned my study. While doing so, I excavated several rough pieces I wrote in the past. This was before my college education in creative writing. I collected the pieces in a binder and I’ll read through them later, salvaging what I can for future stories.
I tried to finish cleaning, though there is still so much to sift through before I can announce that I finished. You heard here first, folks. I might be going through my books and putting together a good old fashion book sale on Amazon. What I know won’t sell, I’ll give to my niece to for her garage sale (she’s currently trying to raise money for new shoes—expensive, over the top shoes for her cheerleader outfit, so it’s not that she needs them).
As for NaNoWriMo, well, surprise surprise, I stopped doing it after the first night. Oh well. There’s still a lot of the month left.
Chapin City Blues 