It was the best of times it was the worst of times...

November this year will be a bittersweet month for me. In the last year or so I have become a participant (and winner) of National Novel Writing Month. And it has quickly become a staple of my fall quarter to go for 50,000 with great passion and fervor. But this year in addition to writing like a crack fiend with a muse on overdrive, I will be casting my vote in what could easily be deemed the most important election this country has ever seen.

While I am now and always have been a fan of freedom of expression and controversy; I am getting to a point where the constant inundation of political opinions is beginning to wear on my nerves, and the idea of having to deal with it for the next two months feels daunting at best. I can say with complete certainty that I will be voting for Barack Obama, and I wish him all the best in the coming elections.

And so I find myself loving and hating the coming of November in one odd mesh of emotion. Simultaneously wishing for it and and procrastinating all at the same time. And while I will enjoy the months between now and that fateful time when my muse and my country decide to make their voices heard, the excitement and utter unpredictability of both events is something I would not miss for the world.

- Woodbane