I’m sad. To be honest, I’m not sad. I’m pissed off and jealous. I want to be a willy nilly writer again. I really want to do Nano this year.
I have two great ideas on bat too. Just waiting for 30 days of insane pressure to hone them into a rough diamond.
But the grown up writer in me. The mature one that talks about my career and all that jazz, says, you need to finish editing and publish your sophomore novel or you don’t have a career.
But I wanna play…..
Because that’s what Nano is, play. It’s fun, and exciting, and obsessively insane.
Sigh. I need to keep my eye on the line now, because I let that whole drama over the summer, cough cough pool board cough cough, screw up my time line.
Thank you for entertaining my two year old tantrum. Stomps feet, spins round in a circle, jumps up and down once or twice.
The grown up is back in charge. But if you have a moment…tell me, how is Nano treating you this year?