This is Mork, calling Orson.

No wait, that’s not true. (But does anyone else remember loving Mork & Mindy as a kid? Or am I the only dork who wore rainbow suspenders?)

But I’m not talking about that NaNo, NaNo. I’m talking about NaNoWriMo, which I’m going to shorten to NaNo, even though it’s already short for National Novel Writing Month. Which I’m attempting. Badly.

Why would I take on trying to write 50,000 words of a novel at the same time as starting to exercise, both on top of regular life with a toddler and ttc another one?

Besides that I’m crazy, or maybe as proof of it, I got inspired by my monthly horoscope, which says that any seeds I plant by December 17, 2007, will produce amazing results in my life over the course of 2008.

Of course, that could be full of shit. But even if it is, taking action to be responsible for my health and in pursuit of my dream of being a writer is a good thing. Who cares how I got inspired?