I forgot to tell you I was doing NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I forgot to tell you because I didn't know it myself until November 1. That morning, I was envying several friends from Clarion West who were attempting Herculean writing tasks that month (a 50,000-word start to a novel, or a complete short story every week day). On the spur of the moment, I decided to commit to starting a book.
I have a book project I've been researching for two years now, so naturally I bypassed that idea and set my mind on an entirely new premise, which I hatched as I drove to work at 4:30 in the morning. By the time I started writing, it was 24 hours later and I was already a day in the hole. I set a modified goal of 30K words - still a substantial start to a book - so technically it's NaNoStaMo for me.
On about 70% of my writing days (work days are always "0 word days" and I limit the writing I do on weekends so I'll still be married on November 30), I wake up convinced that this is a terrible idea and I am incapable of doing this. But I'm 4,400 words from my goal, and know what? It's pretty good. Just raw material, but there's some fun stuff happening and I think there are some people out there who might really enjoy it.
So, I'm alive. Back with more soon.