I signed up for NaNoWriMo. What’s that? You know – it’s the thirty days when a lot of people hide away, coming out every so often to tweet twaddle, spout stats and flaunt foolishness.
During the month of November, I am going to write a 50,000-word novel. Maybe.
And what Neeks said applies to me. Well – partly. Not the small pieces of driftwood on the coffee table or the painted rocks. I’m thinking of the nervousness and the excitement.
And now that I’ve told you, I’d better try, at least.