Well. I said maybe I was, then I wasn’t, now I am. This NaNoWriMo thing is crazy. I’ve done it for several years, and here I am doing it again.
I never win. By that I mean I never achieve the 50 thousand words I’m supposed to produce. Interestingly, it’s about producing words. Not producing some good content. So you’d think I could do a massive brain dump and give myself permission for a terrible draft.
We’ll see. Stay tuned for some unexpected updates. Like. Maybe I finish. Or give up after 75 words.
Coincidentally, St. Teresa of Avila happened to write on scraps of paper (see picture above). Now that she and I are friends, maybe things will change.
I don’t know why she has a tambourine in this picture, but I’m going to take it as a sign that she’s my cheerleader. I’m sure that’s it, cuz I’d be sorely disappointed if it was to launch into a painful rendition of Kumbaya.
St. Teresa, pray for me.
