November means a lot of things to me.
It means Christmas music.
It means Christmas movies.
Yeah, still, no shame.
It means pumpkin pie.
It means leaves of all different colors.
It means that 11:11:11 is happening.
Which is just going to be a good day, I’m sure.
There’s that whole Thanksgiving thing.
It means the Bryant Park skating rink and shops are open.
But this year, it’s means something altogether new to me.
National Novel Writing Month.
When I first stumbled on this half-way through last November, I swore I would do it this year.
I signed up in September and today I started.
The Challenge is this: Write one 50,000-word novel from scratch in a month’s time.
50,000 words. 30 days.
It seemed like a formidable challenge.
I do love a challenge.
Especially a formidable one.
Today, I hit 2,500.
I can apparently do quite a bit in the 2 hours between jobs I have on Tuesdays.
So, participate yourself if you want to. Or just watch me do it, I’ll probably need some cheerleaders along the way.
Learn more at NaNoWriMo.org or check back here often to read my successes and failures along the way.