Well, I’m going to do it. I’m going to do NaNoWriMo. It’s on my bucket list to one day finish a novel (not write a novel… been there and done that).

I’ve been writing since I was old enough to write. My favorite projects in school were when I got to put a pencil to paper and let my imagination run wild.


One English teacher in junior high told me I had a gift. I knew I wanted to write and not do anything else. But how is that practical?

I still remember making some of my college friends tear up from a scene in a story that I have yet to finish (I think my mission killed all the romance, fantasy, and whatever else I put into that story).

Am I concerned about having to write 50,000 words in 30 days? Yes.  I have so many stories, but never enough steam to plow through and finish.

Do I think I can manage everything I’m supposed to do and still accomplish this? Nope. I think that some things are definitely going to be sacrificed. So I may be posting less frequently. Or more often to avoid writing.

But either way, I’m excited by this new goal. With no school, I’ve been itching for something outside of work to occupy my time. And knitting is not doing it.