On impulse I thought I might participate in NaNoWriMo this year. I got 700 words my first night and overall felt good about it. The story was shaping up to focus on living with depression and the power of sewing and knitting to climb out. But then Nov 2, Nov 3, and Nov 4 all passed without writing any words. And then I thought about all of the other half-finished projects I have going, and all of the blog posts I am “almost done with”.
NaNoWriMo is going to be in my future. I simply continue to forget that 2016 was supposed to be a year that I stepped back and focused on fewer creative projects, yet still meaningful.
Good luck to the many NaNoWriMo participants out there. I won’t hold myself to any daily word count, but to write in solidarity with you, I will at least work on blog posts a little bit every day.
May your ideas flow freely and your hands not cramp.