magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

For the last few months I've been telling people that 'this might just be my year to finally write a novel.' But the truth of the matter is that I'm so mired in the end stages of the museum project at work that I barely even realized that today was November 1st until it was minutes from being over. I've been working 10 hour days recently, and the next few weeks are not going to get any easier. On top of which there's my new super-secret project (which I really have no idea why I should bother keeping secret), which will likely take up a good deal of my time this month. And there's the fact that I barely even managed to write anything for this website, let alone anything creative for most of the past month.

Maybe 2005 isn't the year. Which is not to say that I should give up on writing in my own time, to my own ends, but that I might have to let go of National Novel Writing Month. Again.