Short. Temper.

The Roller Derby Queen and I were having a conversation where she said one of those things that makes perfect sense.

Bad travels fast.

Okay, that wasn't exactly what she said, but that's the essence of it.

When something is going wrong in your life it's more than likely that it's going to end up overshadowing the everything. It ends up taking all the air out of the room.

Which is why NaNoWriMo is leaving me in the dust. Instead of doing the writing I should be doing to catch up on the word count, I can't seem to put a single coherent thought together. Which is making NaNoWriMo exceptionally frustrating.

Which is making me think of walking away from it for this year.

Truth be told, I don't actually think I'm a novelist. It's never been my great ambition. I love the short story which is unfortunate in a time when some will tell you that the short story is over. Which, ultimately, doesn't really matter. When the books are all destined for the drawer in your office, it's remarkably easy to ignore market trends.

But, tonight, I just can't decide. Am I short, or is it simply my temper?