So. Today is November 1. Yep. First of November.
What does that mean?
The start of National Novel Writing Month.
Yeppers. Fifty THOUSAND words. Thirty days.
I've done it twice now, in 2004 and in 2006. Made it across the finish line both times.
So. I'm trying it again this year.
Worried.
Don't have the focus. Don't have that pinpoint freak out, holy-crap-nothing-will-stand-in-my-way-to-get-this-done kind of laser beam lock on. The two years I succeeded, I was sharp, on top of it, wrote plenty of words on day one to launch me into it.
It's almost noon. Nary a word. Hoo boy. This might be a tough year.
No shame in not making it, really. But my Type A overachiever is YELLING at me inside my brain.
Oy.
Like I needed to add stress to this wacked out life!
So, pull for me. Send me the gods of the written word. Despite the crampy writer's block I'm suffering, I'm jumping in!
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