NaNoWriMo and things…

Sunday afternoon after a night of celebrating my single pad living situation (yes, I had an “I Live Alone” party and I’m so not looking for a roommate), I nursed a mild hangover and forced myself to trek into Manhattan to write with a fellow writer (one of the co-workers I befriended who’s also a writer) at Union Square’s Barnes and Noble.

My Purpose on this Planet

While I was attending NYU, I took an Interviewing Strategies class in which part of our final project we had to complete the following sentence on an index card: “My purpose on this planet…”