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My own worst enemy
My own worst enemy

My own worst enemy

I am truly my own worst enemy. Long story short…I have too many interests and not enough lives. I know I’m not the only one, but I often feel like I’m fighting battles one-handed naked wearing my Bifocals From Hell. Seriously, the glasses are like beer goggles and if I’m going to feel drunk, I wish to have enjoyed the beverage.

But I digress.

I have to cut back a few things in my life before I lose it. Sadly, the first thing that has to be tossed over the side is NaNoWriMo. As much as I wanted to participate this year, it just ain’t gonna happen. NaBloPoMo is easier for me since I’ve done it twice before and the writing style is more familiar to me; writing a novel is overwhelming and this time of year just plain difficult, especially with a husband traveling most of the month. Sound like a cop-out? Yup. But frankly my sanity is considerably more important to me than a self-imposed challenge.

So I may try it another time. Or not. Time will tell.

In the meantime…Hey! Bonus post today!


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