Here we are, nearing the end of the craziness that is 2020, and I honestly didn’t think I would commit to writing for National Novel Writing Month. For one, I have kid doing remote learning, which is 120% more challenging than I imagined it would be. I cannot count the number of times I have to draw up an assignment and keep the kid on task. Left to his own devices, he would daydream (he’s like his mother that way) or play with the dog.
For another, the whole year has been a wash, so why not NaNoWriMo too? (Though that might be a semblance of depression talking.)
But the leaves have changed. There’s that smell in the air again. And I have decided that I’m too stubborn to surrender my favorite event of the year to COVID.
We’re standing a few days away from November 1st and I am torn between three projects. I don’t think I have the energy this year to start something from scratch, so I’m looking at the works in various stages of incomplete sitting on my desktop.
So it’s going to be a surprise this year.
On November 1st, I will make my decision. The only thing I know for certain is that I will be participating. And I encourage any and all writers out there, if not to participate in full, then to take a deep breath, reset their minds on whatever works they have in front of them, and have fun in the month of November.
AJMaguire 