Oh good lord.
What have I done?
Well, I've signed up to be part of the National Novel Writing Month.
50,000 words? Yeah, like, no problem. Eh. Sure.
Can you feel the confidence just pouring out of me? Well, good. That must mean that I can write a whole lot better than I think I can. Because I think I may have set myself up.
"Now, now," says the other side of me. "Can't jump in the pool until you decide to walk to the edge of the pool and look in, now can you? It's not even November. Pull yourself together and decide to try it."
In other news: I turned the heel on my Madame DeFarge sock and am now working down the foot to the toe.