My housemate was encouraging me to join them in nanowrimo, but that's super-silly; I have never aspired to do anything novel-length. I've been chewing on the writing thing for awhile, though. Until my kid hit toddler-age, I wrote regularly. Nonfiction essays, mostly, and a bit of smut. And then there was the "can't string two thoughts together" phase of parenthood, then the brain fog of my health, and then suddenly here's another thing I used to enjoy that I haven't done in years.