It is here again, that nanowrimo thang. I signed up this year, and announced, even wrote a couple of chapters. Already too much pressure.
Trying to develop this habit for an activity I once loved as a child and engaged in effortlessly. I promised myself I would write if I got old enough to have done something, been somewhere. Here I am.
Allegedly, I just have to write something, e’r’day. Doesn’t have to be long, or even make sense, only written.
So, here goes, though late, but whatchugondo?
Think I need to change the background to commemorate the moment.
You go, grrrl! You can do this thing. Work it fierce!