I wanted rather badly to try to actually write a novel this November, but instead my mental capacity is roughly able to manage texting 1.5 people a day, reading one book every 2 months, answering 2 vague questions a day, and occasionally half-pretending to be someone else (in a TTRPG way).
So am I jealous of all the NaNoWriMo authors gnashing their teeth in my feed, and wailing about how reality is meaningless and it's all about The Daily Count Of The Words?
...yes, yes I am.


