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?