I don’t care if you always say shit like that. It’s like qtituing smoking: One of these times, it sticks. I think there is an alchemy that takes place within us, that goes beyond telling ourselves that it’s time for a change. I don’t know what the magic ingredient is; maybe will. Will is a slippery beastie, though. I hope you will write much more often this month. And let me know where you got your prompts! Or are you making your own?