Still not sure how November is already here. I remember the previous months; I wrote the date fairly often at work. But the fact that 2017 is almost over is freaking me out, just a little.
But November is here, and during its brief stay, I’ve got to write a friggin’ novel.
The book I’m attempting to write is about a woman undergoing her own quarter-life crisis (aka me, but I’ve named her Charlie and tried to change her just enough that people won’t make the connection). It’s also about the relationship between her and her father (a positive one; she has issues, but daddy issues isn’t on the list). I hope that I can write their story and feel confident with it. Sometimes writing about real life, while it’s therapeutic, can feel a little dull. Would you rather read about a young wizard overthrowing a Dark Lord, or about a girl experiencing mood swings because she still can’t figure her life out even at the age of twenty-five?
While my aim is at 50,000 words, I would really be ecstatic if I finished the novel. It’s been a while since I’ve finished anything.
To all NaNoWriMo participants, good luck!
To me, a big good luck and…get it done, woman!