Waiting For That Rocket

Time is awfully sneaky.

I was driving to Bard this morning and it hit me: I have no idea what I’m going to write for this year’s #nanowrimo. This was immediately followed by the two part of the one-two punch: #nanowrimo starts next Tuesday. As in less than ten days away.

I remember last year at this time I was certain I’d never make 50,000 words. This year I know I can make 50,000 somewhat cohesive words, but am petrified that – after a strong start last year – I’ll never make it this year.

Oh the foibles of playing at being a writer!

In other news, a week and a half until #nanowrimo kicks off! I’m so excited!