I might regret this later on but for now, well, I don’t even know how to respond to what I just did.
I just joined NaNoWriMo. That’s right, I’m going to attempt a novel in a month.
Baha! Somewhere in my brain there’s a flashing, neon sign that says, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? My thoughts at that moment are a bit vague. I suppose I can chalk it up to my own crazy version of YOLO (as much as I hate trendy, abbreviated catch phrases, or whatever you call these things!). I mean, I will always be busy! I will always have something else to do. But I won’t be young forever and I can’t let life pass me by without enjoying and exploring and creating. As I quickly browsed the National Novel Writing Month website, I was transported back to bygone days when I’d sit with a pen and a spiral-bound and write and write and write.
I craved it. Oh, how I craved it!! Maybe it was the breeze that’s wafting through my open window that transported me back to sunny, carefree, childhood days. I don’t know.
I just signed up.
I already know I’m not going to reach the 50K word count. I just want to see if I still have it in me. The ability to create and put dreams and ideas into words. I haven’t done that in such a long time…
I will keep ya’ll posted!
Meanwhile, I’m already 6 days behind schedule!!