Another November month of novel-writing has begun and once again I’m dust before the month has even really started. I thought I’d turn to this blog instead and start on an idea I had a couple months ago, while thinking about how tough some of my students can be and remembering how impossible I must have been at their age.

From the heroes of my college days:

when you’re young and defensive,
it comes off offensive,
and it’s hard to repay
the tolerance that you borrow.

At 45, I’ve incurred debts no honest may could really pay. So…I’ll try to write a public thank you each day for the next thirty days and see where it takes me.