Sunday's Secret

I don't ever cheat. What's the fun of winning then? And I rarely take the easy way out.

Still, I joined the NaBloPoMo challenge to get back into the practice of writing daily, especially now that I might be writing daily, and this is as many words as you'll get out of me today.

I am a little antsy and edgy right now; I fear I'll spill the secret I'm holding next to this empty wine glass, which was filled just minutes ago, making the wine unspillable but the secret more likely to flow.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the phrase "now that I might be writing daily." Well, maybe a little.

No, I'm not getting a job. In fact, I'm not getting a job.

You can't make me tell you.

You can't.

And don't try to guess.