A month of responsibility-shirking, keyboard-tapping, violence-inducing, sleep-ignoring wildly-caffineinated writing time. It’s National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), and we’re all putting school and sports teams and families and hygiene aside for the sake of a story. Our story. 50,000 words of it by November 30. We’ve read novels before and thought “If I had time, I might write one someday.”
Enough. Writers write; everybody else makes excuses. No more excuses. We’re doing this.