I didn't write 10,000 words this weekend.

NaNoWriMo novel update: Fair to poor.

I started and restarted and restarted and restarted my "novel" over and over and over and over, four times, this weekend.

Now I'm worried that I'm one of those people who grew up and lost my imagination. Is it possible that I am one of THOSE adults?
"Observe Everything. Always think for yourself. Never let other people make important decisions for you." — from Bad News by Edward St. Aubyn