In case you hadn't somehow heard it's NaNoWriMo time. Something I've never been able to jump on board with before, it always seemed like way to much anxiety. But hey, it's been a chaotic clusterfuck of a year, so why not do something else crazy right? So I've done it, I've registered and planned. My project is ready and running.
Am I going to be a "winner"? No way.
I know this, 50k words in one month is not how I roll and I'm not going to slam my head against a desk over it. I'm not necessarily sure this project is even going to need 50k words, I'd honestly settle it in 30k even. So the scale I am to isn't going to be the event standard, and my win will be a personal kind of victory. Which is totally fine. I'm not your "you have to write everyday" writer, I'm definitely not a 2k a day writer. I'm a busy mom, find a quiet half hour or two and hope to fit in 500 words between tasks writer. But I'm excited to have the extra push either way and I'm also just really, really excited for this project to come to life. It's been brewing in the back of my brain for nearly a year now. There's going to be wishes gone wrong, things going bump in the night, and a panic filled need to escape.
You'll love it.
No spoons left, only a pen.