Wordiness

Here I am, trying to figure out whether to indulge in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, in case you haven't heard) again. I had a lot of fun with it last year, even though I didn't get my 50,000 words spilled out on the page within the 30 days allowed. But, for 4 weeks and 2 days, I got to live several hours a day in a world I cobbled together out of accurate observance and flights of fantasy, with a lot of interesting Fictional meals and wine thrown in. And it gave me an excuse for being incommunicado for lengths of time. And for not socializing. And for failing to shop or cook or clean or pay bills - well, no, I didn't go that far.

But who knows what I might be capable of? I'm a good deal more sedentary this year than I was - or thought I was - last year. I could let all routine maintenance chores drift away, drift away. . . I'm liking the sound of this, more and more. And, if I started and didn't finish, who would care besides me? If I started and didn't finish but felt like keeping on, why not? Probably my new best friends at the website (NaNoWriMo.org) would have something pithy to say about my indolence but it's not like they'd be the first folk to notice.

I have come up with a world that seems like it'd be fun to inhabit for 30 days. I've got another two weeks to decide but Halloween's the deadline. Hee hee.