I'm jumping on the NaPoWriMo bandwagon this year. It will get me back in touch with the play--the joy--of writing. Permission to have fun, to stop being so damn grave--something that snuck up on me somehow, that graveness. I'm too chicken to post my daily attempts on my blog, but I did work out a way to keep the momentum going by arranging for someone to expect my jungle-gym-on-the-swings jottings in their email box. I'm already remembering what it's like to have fun.