NaNoWriMoCan we do this?
But of course!
It's looming, this month of headlong divery. There's no real room for second thoughts or backing out. Let me grab this bull by the horns and shake it, build muscles, longevity and confidence.
There's a stupid-block somewhere that says I can't write anything important. It's the kind of thing which stretches real big and mews 'who would care what you want to say?' as it rolls over on its side. So I blanch and don't do anything. I understand this is universal. Correct? Yes? That is to say, I know I'm not alone in this. Whether it's a how-to guide to cabinets, a terrifically in-depth sci-fi/fantasy megaventure, or a collection of poems about the stars I met and spoke with last night, there's a gift here that needs communicating. Who is to say what of it is worthy? Every word is a necessary step toward the next paragraph and page, culminating (and continuing on) in something simply splendid and more refined than I am now. And if that's all, well, that's enough.
I imagine I'll be writing me all the way through my journey: what else could I write? So, page by page I grow, expand, edit, problem-solve, and determine what's been happening so I can know what's going on and, maybe, get a glimpse of how things will end.
Lilstening to: Angels & Airwaves, Snow Patrol
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