So maybe I’m a few days late to the party, wishing you all a happy November um… 8 days into the month…? But that’s okay. I grappled with the decision to tackle NaNoWriMo this year, with the excuse that I couldn’t possibly start a new novel with my current novel-in-progress looming over my head. But that’s when I realized: the novel-in-progress? It’s looming. And right now, it feels ominous and heavy, a lovable albatross around my neck. I’ve spent so much time thinking about writing it, that I’ve let the actual act of writing fall to the wayside. And that means there has been zero writing in my life, aside from blog posts. And while blogging is cool, I miss telling stories.
So, a few days before November, inspiration struck (in the shower, as it is wont to do). I scribbled down some notes for a story that is so different from my current novel-in-progress, and I was so excited by the prospect of writing it.
And then November 1st rolled around. And I watched a Snooki and JWoww marathon on MTV and did not write a thing.
And finally, on November 3rd, I started a new word document. And I just… wrote.
Now, I don’t know if I’ll reach 50K by the end of November, but it is so nice to be getting back, albeit slowly, into writing. Working that muscle. It’s a beautiful thing.
So happy November, people! It’s never too late to start writing. Have fun with it. I know I am.