30 days of writing, starting today. There’s nothing special about today. It’s March 17, St. Patty’s Day, but that’s hardly a holiday to inspire a life change. It’s not the beginning of Lent, or Easter, or the New Year. Hell, it’s not even the beginning of the month or really even the beginning of the week. The only thing special about today is actually what makes it the most important day among all those days. It’s Today. It’s right now. It’s not yet an unalterable regret of the past, nor is it the ephemeral fantasy of the future. It’s the only thing that is real. Because I’ve got one shot at this thing, and ever since I could read I wanted to be a writer. I can’t be a writer if I don’t write.