…well not really. It was 102 degrees on Monday. But hopefully by the time NaNoWriMo starts, it’ll actually feel like Fall!
I’ll finally be able to drink a damn PSL. Maybe.
Yes, I’m attempting the whole NaNoWriMo thing again. Maybe this year I can ignore the world ending and actually finish the 50,000 word-count. And since we’re staring a dystopian future and/or the singularity right in the face, my new novel will fittingly be set in the future. Far enough into the future that the world has attempted to right itself again.
We’ll see how that pans out. Save the cheerleader, save the world.
Or something like that.