NaNoWriMo & Life
I can't believe that NaNo is upon us again. Seems like it was only just August and I was working on the plot for this year's book. Now, it's October 31st, the previously written plot has been discarded and I, not surprisingly, am back to the drawing board.
I have ideas. Most shrouded in love and loss, life and death, pain and forgiveness....all stemming from the death of my friend a few months prior....and the budding relationship that constantly confuses, exhilarates and frightens me as I contemplate giving my heart away. Though, to be fair, he already holds a huge portion of it.
I'm excited. I'm nervous. I can already see the fatigue setting in as I struggle to juggle work, my university course load and writing my second novel. It'll be worth it, I tell myself...come the last week in November and I'm nearing completion of a piece of work that has exhausted not only my mind but my spirit as I pour myself into it.
It's not the destination that matters now. The 50k word count that I hope to have at the end of the month...but the peace I'll find along the way.
I have ideas. Most shrouded in love and loss, life and death, pain and forgiveness....all stemming from the death of my friend a few months prior....and the budding relationship that constantly confuses, exhilarates and frightens me as I contemplate giving my heart away. Though, to be fair, he already holds a huge portion of it.
I'm excited. I'm nervous. I can already see the fatigue setting in as I struggle to juggle work, my university course load and writing my second novel. It'll be worth it, I tell myself...come the last week in November and I'm nearing completion of a piece of work that has exhausted not only my mind but my spirit as I pour myself into it.
It's not the destination that matters now. The 50k word count that I hope to have at the end of the month...but the peace I'll find along the way.