Clive Staples Lewis - Scholar and Spiritual Writer (1963)
There is not always anything worth writing about, but sometimes, a bunch of things happen at once, and I can't process it fast enough to set out there in bite-sized blobs for you to share. "Once the excitement does down," as my paternal grandmother was fond of saying, I try to piece it together after the fact as best as I can and still try to present each day as it occurred. Sometimes this causes wonky things to happen with the blog-eating software and I have to do shady things with the posting date to get it to show up in the various sources of shameless self-promotion. Thus there may be an absence of posts, and then a bunch all at once. I'll try to be better about this.
I really wanted to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), but didn't. I have several novels in my head, that have never made it to paper. Maybe I should try some of Latka's cookies. Alex ate them and wrote an opera because he couldn't sleep.