NaNoWriMo
Oh, god. Somebody please, please, please tell me not to sign up for NaNoWriMo.
No matter if I've been wanting to do it for the last five years or so. No matter if this is the first time I've actually remembered before November, and felt confident enough in my writing ability to even seriously consider attempting it. No matter if I think it'll be amazing.
Because I have work, see. Work. A brand-new job. And family. And I'm a full-time student with two full-fledged APA research papers due this semester. And four other classes with their own tests and essays and labs, on top of that. And two fanfiction bingos for which I have only one fill written for so far. And a list of seven or so other multi-chaptered fics I want to write.
(I'm not even counting Hero in this, because that will be finished and posted by the end of the week, with any sort of luck. Okay, end of the weekend.)
No matter if there's a piece of me that's arguing it'll be over by the end of November, and I'll still have all of December to finish my bingos. And that I could shelve all my other WIPs until next year.
So, I can't sign up. No matter how much I want to. No matter how much I think I could actually, for the first time in my life, finish a real -- a real -- novel. No.
No no no no.
Aaahhhhh.
Damn you, lj! Putting that on the front page. I hate you.
No matter if I've been wanting to do it for the last five years or so. No matter if this is the first time I've actually remembered before November, and felt confident enough in my writing ability to even seriously consider attempting it. No matter if I think it'll be amazing.
Because I have work, see. Work. A brand-new job. And family. And I'm a full-time student with two full-fledged APA research papers due this semester. And four other classes with their own tests and essays and labs, on top of that. And two fanfiction bingos for which I have only one fill written for so far. And a list of seven or so other multi-chaptered fics I want to write.
(I'm not even counting Hero in this, because that will be finished and posted by the end of the week, with any sort of luck. Okay, end of the weekend.)
No matter if there's a piece of me that's arguing it'll be over by the end of November, and I'll still have all of December to finish my bingos. And that I could shelve all my other WIPs until next year.
So, I can't sign up. No matter how much I want to. No matter how much I think I could actually, for the first time in my life, finish a real -- a real -- novel. No.
No no no no.
Aaahhhhh.
Damn you, lj! Putting that on the front page. I hate you.