Here I went giving y'all a suspenseful buildup for The Big Reveal today, and pfffft.
Life went & happened instead. You probably don't want to hear about the death rattle in my lungs from all the winter camping this past weekend [cue emergency call to new doctor o' mine].
Nor do you want to hear about the Careful and Quirky Contractor Man who needed to talk to me 46 times today about the stone pillars in front of my house which apparently have had no foundation for almost 100 years. [Cue emergency call to insurance adjuster.]
|yep, those stone pillars you see in the back there|
Blah blah blah.
We all got crazy busy lives, right?
I'll give you The Little Reveal, tonight, instead: I've got a new project. I am blindly feeling my way towards life as a writer, and unsure even about what that looks like. But the darkest corners of my heart, and the lightest tippy toesiest part of my brain are in agreement: I have to Just Write.
So I will. In November I am doing NaNoWriMo, which for the uninitiated stands for National Novel Writing Month. What?!? say you A novel? Surely she's only built up to half a column's worth at best! Well. Then I'll spend 30 days writing half columns of purple prose if I have to. But it's 50,000 words or bust. (If any of you out there are as crazy as me, be my writing buddy - my name is NilsenLife.)
I made the major commitment to a weekend away - by myself. Three days of writing with people I know hardly at all, but who've promised to make me write for 72 hours straight. (Kinda. With a little hot-tubbing thrown in.)
And then, I will Just Write.
I never fail to be inspired by Heather and her blog, and the people who connect through it. She started Just Write, and she has encouraged me to go out there and do my writing thang more times than I can count. I am so grateful. Here we go peeps!