I decided today I’m doing NaNoWriMo. Not only that, but I’ve never had so much at stake. This year has been the year of Paul. A year where I do epic crap I’ve never done before. While getting published would have been nice to throw in there (I suppose really the year of Paul is when I turned 30, and in that case I’ve got time), NaNoWriMo has been a feat that’s eluded me for three years now. I cannot let it do that again. This year, it’s mine.
So fifteen days away from the beginning there is now dread in my gut. There is fear in my voice. My mind is rattling through plot lines more rapidly than a cheerleader through quarterbacks. I think I know the one I’ll be writing, and really I just need to say “This is what I’ll be writing” and it’ll be done. So okay, this is what I’ll be writing. Done. Until fifteen minutes from now.
Here is an awesome webcomic on Nano! It’s pretty spot on. Now I’m stressed and terrified knowing that I’m doing this. Let the games begin!