Writing

Ten weeks until nanowrimo begins and I don't really know what I am planning to write. Perhaps an apocalyptic chess story or perhaps a story about high school. I'd like to write what I know, but the chess story has been festering since high school and I wrote a plot outline draft a decade ago. I really don't know.

I need to get something off my chest here. Last year someone told a good friend of mine that I said something bad about them. This was not true, but the person who said it is closer than I am to my friend. So, to this day I have no idea why I did not deny saying it. I profusely apologized that maybe something I did in fact say was taken out of context. It bothers me because I think my friend things of it from time to time, and I will never bring it up, but I never did say that. I didn't do it. I didn't. Now I've said it, and I am done.