As
I sit here drinking my morning coffee, watching the news coverage of Hurricane
Sandy and the devastation she has left in her wake, I am mindful of the
blessings in my life.
I’ve
been obsessing over what I will write this year during NaNoWriMo (National
Novel Writing Month), feeling anxious and just a little scared that the deep well
of words that normally flows pretty freely in me will dry up before I reach the
necessary 50,000 (that’s 1,667 words per day) to complete the challenge. But my
fellow NaNoWriMo-ians in the northeast are worrying about real wells and real water—too
much and too little--and food and heat and electricity, and snow and cold and safety.
My heart and prayers go out to them.
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