It's WHAT TIME on the first of WHEN and I've yet to write a word?!?
Am I even going to attempt this, this year?
Yes and no.
Well, yes in that I am writing for NaNo but no in that I won't so much be winning.
It's not that I don't plan to try for the 50k, it's that I literally can't win.
This year, I'm part of the rebellion.
Yes, it's finally come to this, mon frere. I did 'win' last year (though I was too sick to even post to celebrate that fact here- and that is so sad.) It wasn't pretty but I did it. I typed a lot of last year's novel with my eyes literally closed due to the pain in them and in other places and in the time since then due to circumstances completely out of control (that's way past 'beyond my control' in case you were wondering) I didn't get to finish the book.
I don't know if I will this month, either. But I'm going to write.
For things that already may or may not exist in bookular draft-type form.
That means I've finally done it- I've become a NaNoWriMo Rebel.
And while I am just a teensy bit sad I won't get a sparkly, shiny purple bar this year I hear my characters in there lanquishing- in my head- I have to go in after them.
I also hear green is the new purple (okay so I just made that up but I'm sticking with it.)
Time to face the Darth Vader coffeemaker to fortify myself for this...(you think I'm kidding? Look/Listen to this!)
...and I'll be trying to update the often non-widgeting-widget with some actual words that count soon.
Like, sooner than soon, because this is the first time that by this point in my first day I'm not already at thousands of words after staying up all night to write (mostly because I was out cold last night but again- beyond my control) and so I have to get on top of this before I feel hopelessly behind.
Happy Writing, intrepid Nanofolk. My heart is with Ye, one and all. Hear my (trepid) battle cry...
"Coffee, Cookies, Chocolate...and COLDPLAY*!"
(*as Good King Chris Martin would sing, "from underneath the rubble, sing a rebel song..."