It's been some time. Somehow, March has become September. Summer existed and it was hot but, well, time has ceased to have meaning. Autumn is coming, when trees become colourful and stop having sex. With autumn comes November, and with November comes NaNoWriMo.
I have no idea what I'm writing.
That's not new for me. I usually have a few ideas on the go that I could just pick up and run with. This summer, though, the creativity is just out of reach. No worries, I can make this work. I do have a few ideas, though.
