I found this pic of the road
It was a good day. I'm going to bed now to ...READ A BOOK! I am going to quit NaNoWriMo, the people I met with were ...very ... unusual. I guess I was too old for them? Or too normal? All these youngish people were sitting round a table in a coffee house when I joined them. No one spoke to me. And I didn't konw what to say. They all knew each other already. I sat and watched them and sipped a coffee. I just kept watching. One pulled out playdoh for people to play with when they saw fit, and then another pulled out a real typewriter and began clacking away. Seriously reeked of 'I'm so quirky I use this' stuff. I would have talked about books, about writing, about plot, about characters, challenges, anything, but that didn't seem to be happening. I got up and left! Fast! I hope they do well. I will not. And I'm pleased. It was not my scene!