After a weekend of not doodling, it felt strange to pick up the pen again. That was then, of course. Now it feels absolutely normal, as my weekend doodlings have mostly been regulated to Sundays.
Nanowrimo fast approaches, and I'm quickly not coming up with any ideas. I did reread my last year's offering, and was plently surprised that I remembered none of it. I wasn't even sure I had written a third Marathon, thinking my wanna-be fantasy story was my last offering. After reading through the first couple of entries, I realize why I trained myself to forget. I had a few good ideas, but I never managed to capture them.
Now, don't get me wrong, it's not as terrible as I thought when I finished it last year; I said some rather harsh words. The amazing thing about those words is how wonderfully they're written. I wonder if I can return to that style and ability before next month.
I skimmed through most of last year's offering, and while it's not terrible, it's just not great. I'm hoping for more this. And, yes, that's wishful thinking as my mind refuses to focus on developing this year's vision and outline and idea.