Warnings: This story has occasional bad language.

I am a horrible procrastinator. I procrastinate until I procrastinate on my procrastination, if that isn't paradoxical enough. So, when November rolls around, I wish I could be a part of NaNoWriMo, but I know that isn't going to happen.

This year, I decided to try something different. I set up my own personal version of WriSoMiFu and I decided to publish my stories here so that I can view them and others can view them to see my progress in my writing. It's probably not the best writing, but that's not the point of WriSoMiFu, really. (I only recently found out about WriSoMiFu, November third, actually, so the first and the second of November entries may be a bit different. However, since I set my own rules, I've decided that they'll pass because I didn't know beforehand.)

Anyway, the basic point of this fic is that I will be writing every day for at least ten minutes until the end of November. I'll have everything uploaded here by the time the end of December rolls around, if not beforehand. Not all of the writing is good -- I'm really just trying to pull myself out of Writer's Block. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I edit this as often as I can.

The basic things that will be appearing are the writing pieces, (which could be anywhere from a hundred to over a thousand words long); my little One Word writing of the day, (writing inspired by the One Word website); any couplets I happen to write, (I love short, rhyming poetry -- go figure); and rants/essays I write. Some of this will be fiction. Some will be nonfiction. Some will be something in between. The point is, I'm finally resurfacing after burying myself in reading fanfiction, succumbing to Writer's Block, and procrastinating. I'm back again, fiction press, and this time I'll try to stay. This time, I'm a little more knowledgeable.

Go ahead and read what I've written so far, if you dare. Mind that you watch out for the curse words, though. I sometimes write when I'm in a bad mood.