A very successful day one. I really did intend to start at midnight, but I fell asleep on the couch in the middle of a movie last night, so my month of memoir-ing didn't get off to the most exciting of starts. But, up at the crack of dawn, I managed to crank out the daily quota with minimal stress. I definitely think that writing about myself is a hell of a lot easier than trying to come up with fiction worth writing. Hey, it's my life, and the plot has already been outlined for me. All I have to do is fill it with word padding.

Here's to a wonderful, loquacious November.