NaNoWriMo

The first time I heard about NaNoWriMo, I was in my first year of college at Hollins University. I wish I had known about it sooner that semester, as hearing about it halfway through the month kind of defeated the purpose if I joined.

The following year, I had hoped to participate. But, to situations beyond my control, I took on three part-time jobs and barely had time to breathe let alone attempt to think up an entire novel.

This year it will be different. This year I will be ready. I have my own speace to dwell and to write. I don't have any ideas yet, but that's neither here nor there. I'll figure out something. After all, don't most writers work best under pressure?

I've been a writer my entire life, but I've been too scared to take on the actual title. People would expect me to be much more profound if I calimed myself as one. They'd ask about my works. They might even ask to read my work! But I think it's time I finally called myself for what I know I am. I am a writer. Maybe not the best or smartest or most well-educated. But I am what I am, and can be whatever I choose!

(Usually at this point I'd say "end of story", but it's only the beginning.)