A few years ago, when I decided to write seriously—not just silly poems, stories for my kids or essays for school—some of my writing friends were talking about nano something. I nodded and smiled like I knew what they meant. But I completely did NOT.
Eventually, I figured out that it entailed writing. Still, my slow brain did not clue in to what they were talking about.
Somewhere, somehow, I stumbled upon the mystery of nanowrimo. You have to write a novel in a month, or at least 50,000 words. Okay, go ahead psycho writers. Have fun with that.
Then, I found out what the crazy word meant—National Novel Writing Month. That makes way more sense. Still, I did not have a desire to participate.
Until now. I think an insane alien took over my body and signed me up, because that was definitely NOT me. I cursed the alien.
And then, November 1 came. I couldn't just blow this off. I had to start writing. So I sat in front of a blank screen and let my fingers go.
Guess what? I'm not pumping out words like some do, but I'm kicking my own tush. I'm even ahead of schedule.
What gives? I have NO idea, but I AM having the most fun I've had in a very long time.
So . . . GO NANOWRIMO! And everyone who has chosen to live in front of your computer screen this month, too!