Yes, it’s that time of year again. National Novel Writing Month! So go to it, folks! Be fearless! Let loose your creativity on this dull world and dazzle the senses! Get those babies written!
And no, I am not an official participant. Only in spirit, because in this house, it’s always NaNoWriMo. Which makes me feel like Mork when I say that out loud.
Anyway, for those of you who need some extra mental encouragement, think of what Po Bronson says about writers needing community:
At school, for at least one night a week, I sat down beside people who thought nothing was more important than making a sentence sing � Who believed that having a story accepted by a small journal with a readership of a 1,000 librarians was just about the most prestigious accomplishment imaginable � Who had chosen, like me, to compromise their love lives and their work life to carve out time for being alone with their thoughts and a pencil � Who had received rejection letter after rejection letter, and who had been called “impractical” by their parents. I can�t emphasize enough the sway of being in a community of like-minded people…Because the hardest thing was not learning to write; the hardest thing was to never give up.
Remember, when you’re writing this month—or any month, day, year, or moment stolen at school, home, or work: You are not alone.