Every year I think about doing the National Novel Writing Month challenge. I've even tried it twice before, as the two partial novels on my hard drive can attest to, but I've never actually finished the challenge. This year is going to be different. I'm lacking something in my life right now. Some kind creative spark that I need to sustain me through the doldrums of another Minnesota winter. I find myself bored by work, frustrated by a lack of creative outlets, and ready for something to energize me in a way that I desperately need. When I'm writing, I'm happy. When I'm not, I'm crabby and tightly wound.
I got an email from NaNoWriMo today, and I jumped on it. So far I've written 5,250 words. I need to average 1,667 to finish the 50,000 word challenge by the end of the month. This is the year I do it.