Whew! I made it through NaPoMo. Nothing much has been up outside of poetry. Still job hunting, will be working on one social commentary/ response to current news piece per week this month (my own NaMeMo?), and I’m anticipating with dread getting back to typing. 13 years, 5 books, 1,ooo words later, I ask again: why didn’t someone tackle me when I decided to write an autobiography, and why is it hardest to finish the last 80 pages or so? I spent three hours outside today, yet I feel a need to get the heck out of here!