The mad days of going back to work after the summer -- of readjusting to six a.m. mornings and going to bed when the clock tells me to and not when I want to -- are slowly fading. And just in time, I get swamped. Work, work, and more work. Still, I somehow find the time to write. Today, two scenes for the screenplay, day before yesterday, a flash sci fi story. Tomorrow I hope to get another scene written before I head off to work on the restaurant.
I'm optimistic enough to think that I may have the first draft of the screenplay done before November, which means I could possibly do NaNoWriMo again this year. I'm not quite sure what to do, though. I have an idea for a western fantasy, but part of it is already written as a short story, so that would be cheating. So really the bottom line is I have no real ideas for this year.