I am watching Monday Night Football and trying to work on my NaNoWriMo novel. And, okay, maybe I'm procrastinating just a little bit.
Here is the first paragraph of the novel in progress:
The Trinità dei Monti was empty. That’s not true. There were no other people in the church. Beginnings are difficult. Let me try to be more precise. I’ve waited a very long time to tell this story, my precious reader, and I hope you will be a little patient with me. When I was alive I fancied myself something of a storyteller but that faculty seems to have gone the way of flesh and bone and now I have a story but no tongue to tell it.