Nanowrimo fills me with dread and anticipation. I don’t write long. (Blame graduate school for killing that part of my soul. Plus, I like to read short novellas so that’s my groove.) I don’t write every day. I don’t do a lot of things I should do. (Like floss. I use that example in my messaging and campaigns lecture and a lof of other people don’t floss either. I feel less alone and trifling in that regard.) And I don’t like to share what I am working on. Nano pushes that supercompetitive button that I have tried to lock awayor keep at bay since I stopped being an mathlete/quiz bowl player. (Yes, nerds can be competitive and petty and rambunctious as hell.)
Nevertheless, I am here, fighting the need to go on social media and see how much others are writing or seething (politely) over everyone else’s word count. I am doing me and focusing on my own work. I #amwriting. I #amnoteditingduringamwriting. By golly, I’ve posted 2,000+ words. (Yay me on Day 3.) I’m trying.