A friend, his friend, and I are participating in Camp Nanowrimo, which is similar in nature to the full-blown November madness of Nanowrimo—National Novel Writing Month. (By the way, the annual event is not restricted to the US, so it’s a bit of a misnomer.) Anyway, even though I’m in the middle of a career change, a relocation, being on online instructor, waiting tables, and being a dad when I can, I’m going to try to write a little bit.
My modest 12,500 monthly word count is going to focus on stuff I’ve put down in my notebook. I carry this bad boy with me almost everywhere I go. I happen to be one of those freaks who will suddenly jot something down if it seems at least mildly story-worthy. These will all be raw ideas that will need refinement. My goal for the month was to get off my non-writing keester/derriere/bottom and get something out in a readable format.
Finally, I don’t really anticipate a lot of feedback from any of my readers. It’s always welcome, but I don’t want anyone to feel obligated. This writing is for my soul.
So…the next post will be the first item I find in my notebook that I think could eventually turn into something.