Let the Fury Begin

NanoWriMo starts today. I participated last year (as many of you know) for the first time and really had fun with it. About six remarkably gluttonous people voluntarily read my first little novel (a children's book) and the reviews were, well...non-existant. LM spent much of his time after reading it telling people that I wrote a children's book but it was NOT ABOUT HIM. He wanted to make sure no one confused poor Charlie's misadventures with something LM might have done. Ahem. So I didn't submit it to any publisher. I didn't even send it in to a local contest. I didn't actually do anything with it other than stick it in my hope chest along with all the writings I did when I was seven.

So what on earth am I doing participating again this year? I have no idea. Do I expect to write anything worth reading? Nope. Do I expect to write anything I'd like to send off to a publisher? Nope. Do I anticipate even using my lame chapters as blog posts when I get desperate? Nope. But here I go again.

Did I mention that LM is participating too this year? So for the next 30 days there will be two of us frantically typing away, drinking gallons of lemonade, eating chips and pacing around the room. Great mom and son bonding, huh? 50,000 and counting. Here goes nothing (literally).