"You realize you just paid good money to write 2500 words a week for the next 12 weeks?"
Well, when you put it like that it does sound a tad insane, doesn't it?
This week I signed up for a writing course to help me get my NaNoWriMo novel from first draft to something closer to being publishable. If I finish the course it will be the first writing course I have ever finished. I am hoping that having 50K words already on paper will help. So far I have procrastinated writing the first assignment which is 700 words. I have until Sunday at midnight.
I still love the main character, still love the story, especially love a character that appeared out of nowhere. I don't even know why I am writing this post other than to say that I am scared of failing. And I need to say that out loud somewhere. Fear of failing hasn't stopped me from doing a whole lot of things in my life and it won't stop me this time, either. My sister laminated and sent me this cartoon 3 years ago and it sits just below my computer monitor where I can see it all the time.
All this to say if I am scarce around here over the next twelve weeks it's because I'm pounding out a different story on the keyboard than the one you normally read here.