National Novel Writing Month starts tomorrow. For the last two years I’ve participated, and for the last two years it has been the only season during which I can actually write. The rest of the year, forget it. In fact, it’s probably instructive that I have yet to crack open either of my previous projects for any revision.
This year, though, I’m just not feeling it. November is still a handful of hours away, but I am as dry as toast. Nothing is set in stone, but I have a feeling I may sit this year out. If that’s the case, best of luck to my writing buddies and we’ll see you again next year.
Of course, this could all change. I may be right there next to you at the starting line.
Tonight’s a swimming night. We’ll see if that helps. At any rate, thanks for visiting, and good luck.