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Round Two: #NaNoWriMo16

Last year, I participated in National Novel Writing Month for the first time. I accepted a challenge and felt great excitement and pride initially. I wrote about it here. Then, like the big fish that got away from me recently, my novel got away too. Spit the hook and swam on.

 Since, it has haunted me. Like the ghouls and goblins of Halloween night. I think about it frequently, working through the plot inside my mind, always hitting the same pothole. I recall the rush of writing and the spill of words, my fingertips dancing across my laptop's keyboard. This was a thrill I've not known before, and now, it calls me back.

 November is nagging my brain as October winds down. But I think I've decided I won't let it nag any longer. I'm going to jump back into #NaNoWriMo regardless. Even if it's hard. Even if I miss a day or two. No matter. Because I want to feel that rush again. I want to play with words and language and verse (yup, currently in verse! who knew?). 

 I want to write!

 Want to join me?


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  1. Rooks AP LangOctober 28, 2016 at 10:15 AM

    Maybe so...question is how to add something more and what to take away to make it fit? Sleep? Grading? Planning? I'll see if I can figure it out! I admire your courage to take it on!

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