This is one of those shots into the dark.

I've lost the habit of writing over the years, and periodically struggle to get it back.  Because language is magic. And writing is a way of thinking that you can't do just inside your head.  And it's a type of therapy.

So I promised myself I would write this month.  Daily.  NaNoWriMo without the goal of a novel.  Just the promise of a habit.  So at the last second of the first day of November, here we go.

The smallest of victories achieved.  For today at least