By the time 2011 rolled around, I had gotten to the point where I enjoyed writing. It was fun. I therefore considered Nano.
Suffice it to say that when the deadline to sign up came along I'd decided "Noooooope. I have a life, remember? I don't even have a story to write for it!"
The beginning of October brought on loads of my bloggy friends/acquaintances talking about nanowrimo--why they were doing it/why they were not. And I was like, "Maybe I should try for it this year."
I vacillated wildly for a while doing things like:
What if I can't make it to 50,000 words??????
I don't know.................
Amy solved the problem for me by coming over a few days ago and signing me up for me.
So here I am. Freaking out. Don't mind me, it's just a malfunction of the nervous system. Happens all the time.
Luckily this time I have a basic outline and some potentially good characters which I think I can turn into better, substantially less flat characters.
minus the modern hair and plus some fantasy peasant clothes.
Same as Monica. Plus a sword and a very epic cloak.
As it is, I am nervous.
I am psyched!
I am apprehensive.
I think this will be the kick I needed to buckle down and actually get some work done!
I am biting the inside of my mouth in agitation.
November, dear. I am coming. Watch out.