The Script: Flipped

I’d been on a pretty good roll of daily posting the last time I posted on my blog. And my last post sort of intimated that I wouldn’t be blogging because the next day was November 1, the first day of National Novel Writing Month.

Two or three days after my last post I had pretty much decided against attempting to write a 50,000-word novel in 30 days. Which means I had decided against taking part in National Novel Writing Month.

And yet. Today marks two weeks since that last blog post.

That’s right: I flipped the script.

I literally wrote this entire blog post just so I could insert “flipped the script” into it somewhere.

I love that phrase so much. I don’t even know if I used it correctly. And I don’t care.

Being visually and verbally and in so many other ways assaulted on a daily basis by Trump has done this to me.

Writers. We’re monsters, too, right?