Monday is quickly slipping into Tuesday. The clock says its Tuesday, but I'm going to pretend I'm sitting on top a mountain somewhere (let's say Colorado, waving to my friend I never get to talk to). So, in Mountain Time its 11:30 pm.
Good. Now I feel better. Make believe is such a wonderful thing.
There are five days left to PiBoIdMo. I think the massive amount of turkey I've eaten has slowed down my power of imagination. The story ideas are slow to come. For the remainder of the month I'm going to concentrate on five little characters that line the edge of a carpet in my bedroom.
The first one I elected to write about is the elephant.