It’s a sleepy Wednesday. It’s the kind of day that wants to be a warm light springy day, but does not manage. Instead, it’s been the kind of day that sulked for a while before eventually yielding some warmth.
We’re also beginning to wind down the year. It’s nearly October, I realized today. Shockingly, that means I have a little over a month to prepare for NaNoWriMo. Five weeks if you want to be really picky. Thirty-five days doesn’t sound like much at all, especially when you have to decide what you even want to write.
I’ve made a decision, but I won’t tell you all the specifics yet. I’ll tell you as they unfold over the next year or so. So far I think this is the kind of thing I should be planning out, and I’m still not quite in a position to do so. Now I think on it, I should probably spend what remains of 2015 planning and doing some various reflecting.
Anyway. My words are running away without me again. Without further ado, here is the week’s quote:
I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.