NaNoWriMo Intro
Welp. Here we are. This post, unfortunately, needs to be written - the first one. The one that conquers the blank page, the empty blog. So. Let me do what (I think) I do best and paint you a word picture. I'm sitting at my kitchen counter, where I've got soup on one burner and stock on the other. My tea kettle, a gift from my grandmother that matches all of my grandmother's plates and cups and bowls but none of mine because mine have been slowly accumulated from various sources over the past four years, is recovering from my most recent cup of tea. Milk oolong, if you were wondering. (You probably weren't, but now we're at that point in our relationship. Hi!) I really ought to be working on my homework, like most other students out there. When they say that grad school is a lot of work, they are not lying. I'm so tired. Anyway, just down the counter from me is my husband's pet project, an electric typewriter tha...