I think it is safe to say that signing up for NaBloPoMo last month – in the middle of trying to sell our house and plan and out-of-state move – was not the sanest of my decisions. I was hoping that it would give me a reason to sit down and write when I have so many other things that would nudge their way into my line of sight and distract me. You know how it goes. Poke, poke went that box of miscellaneous china pieces that my husband inherited and have been gathering dust in the attic for two years. TWO YEARS. “You don’t want to move me again,…