I am going to do this.
Not really sure how many times I have said this. At least 9 times as I have participated in NaNoWriMo for 9 years. Even if I manage to write everyday I will consider it a success, since I am such a procrastinator—or a slacker. I love to write, but I find myself writing in my head. Even this morning as I prepared, I made lists in my head. Stuff I want to write about. I already gave up on my idea to write a novel. I am not really a novel writer. I am an essayist. So the “novel” will be a collection of essays. So, so far I have a list of essays that should be written.
I have covered the house with pens and small pads of paper so that I can jot down ideas that float around in my head. I have jotted down ideas. It will just be me and my eccentric Aunt musings on life and stuff that sticks in the merry-go-round of my brain.
To 50,000 words. So far. So good.