I said I wasn't going to do it this year. Why set myself up for defeat yet again? I KNOW I don't have the time to pull it off. Between work and writing groups and volunteering and sleeping and laundry and spending time with my <3 and keeping my cats happy, how could I possibly expect myself to write a 50,000 novel in 30 days? Especially considering I have way less than 50,000 words to go on the novel that is currently in progress. Yet. . . well. . . I kind of want to. I find myself having thoughts like, "This year will be different."
So, yeah, I'm still deciding. But maybe, just maybe, I will do NaNoWriMo for real this time. (All those other years didn't count.) And maybe, just maybe, I will chronicle my progress (or lack there of) right here. It is something to think about.