I had amazingly good intentions of doing a post tonight. One is half written, and the other has been writing itself in my head for part of the day.
Then, I worked from 7AM till 6:30PM and I carried my brain home in my hands and the rest was history.
The reason for the post about why I'm not posting? It's pretty simple actually. I'm doing my own version of NaNoWriMo but instead of trying to write 50,000 words of a novel, I'm trying to do a blog post a day for a month. I wasn't talking about it at all on the blog and I won't make a big deal out of it. I almost didn't mention it at all because were I to fail, I would (as the unnamed narrator in Bright Lights, Big City says) have the shabby nobility of failing all by myself.
Failure averted. It may not be much, but it's more than I thought I would have after nearly 12 hours of work.