The moment I do the adult thing and make a sensible decision, and declare my intentions, and feel very good about myself? My writer side sneaks back to that awful website and messes up everything. Okay, so I only meant to make a donation to National Novel Writing Month, because I always do, every year, and I believe the work they do with kids is important. If I'd had a NaNoWriMo in my life when I was a fledgling I might have done more with my writing than hide it from everyone. Anyway, their crappy web site design wasn't going to keep me from tossing a few pennies in the charity pot. And then, quite by accident, I saw the graphic design for this year's challenge. It's very steampunk, very cool, so of course it would be for the year I didn't participate. So I tried again to make sense of the website, and finally figured out how to change a few things. I thought I'd try to list a project, undecided and unnamed, of course, and then I was hitting publish a...