I may have just 'signed' my NaNoWriMo 2015 contract but I find myself in a situation that I have not been in before.  I have two different stories tearing away at my attention during the day.  Each of them want to present themselves to the Battle in November.  Each of them think they have what it takes to make it to fifty thousand in thirty days. One is comfortable and familiar and the other is uncharted territory.  The comfortable option seems too easy or, like the 'cop-out' answer.  Post-apocalyptic.  The one I got done in 14 days. Fallout drops 10 days into NaNoWriMo.  That's all I'm going to say.  Cara has nearly finished gloves for me to wear.  I should really go to like St. Vinnie's that place she always speaks of and get something god awful to wear as like a shirt to also use as a totem.  But alas, the gloves should be enough.  Getting caught up in all the fan-fare seems silly.  Killing fifty-thousand words will be the primary goal this time around - not what shirt I'm wearing.