I've been writing. I just haven't been tallying it up as a NaNoWriMo month because I'm doing nonfiction this year. But why not count it? I'm writing, aren't I? I really hope to get this book published because I have faith in it and believe it's the right thing at the right time. So here goes nothing as I start counting my output as NaNo-worthy.
By the way, the irony of the photo across the top of this blog doesn't escape me. A man -- well, a young man with imagination -- when I'm writing a book about feminism and women's studies. Maybe this young woman who is writing while sitting at the base of a tree will properly ground this work I'm undertaking. As new posts appear, each above the former, she will be at the foundation of this blog. It's as though everything springs from her.