“I own and operate a ferocious ego.”~Bill Moyers, American journalist
I forgot.
It didn’t matter that a friend asked to buddy me. It didn’t matter that I filled out my form and updated my info. Nope, none of that. I forgot it was NaNoWriMo time.
I have and have not been editing my two short memoirs. I wish I could say I was so consumed by that progress that I didn’t have time to remember.
I’m not into it this year, and I feel like I should be. I’m a writer; therefore, I should NaNo
I live in a new state, and NaNo options are limited in my area. Is any location worth the drive? My NaNoWriMotown group in Detroit was deliciously active across a wide range of neighborhoods. Around me, there seems to be an active group that meets in several shady neighborhoods, or so I’ve the heard. There is another group 30 minutes away, but their activities appear to be completely unstructured as to be worthless.
I may have to do this on my own, unstructured and unsupported. As such, I’ve come up with an unconventional project. That project is not writing “a novel” in the expected sense, but if 50,000 words comes from it, that will be my success.
Over the 5 years I’ve done and won, I realize that NaNo is whatever you make of it.
