That was a challenging, rewarding experience.
I learned that I could budget my time (some) and get out a rough draft of a complete novel in a hurry. I counted myself among the thousands of winners. I took a silly picture to show you my happiness. And then I got busy with other parts of life.
I won NaNoWriMo last year.
Yes, but can I do it again?
I'm nervous. I want to write a story next month. I need to write a story. But can I do it?
I can't even write this post. I'm getting distracted by other things and thinking I should spend my time elsewhere.
I know I need to do this. I need to know I can make myself, perhaps let myself, value the act of creating a work of words in a full time schedule, in a new town, new everything environment.
I don't know if this post is coherent or not. This evening I am an excited, jumbled, nervous mess. But I came across this quote on Twitter, and for now I'll leave it at pondering this quote from Maya Angelou:
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.