A week from today NaNoWriMo will begin. Writers across the globe will begin the trek toward 50,000 words (or more) written in one month’s time.
And I will join them.
I hadn’t planned to do NaNo this year. We were supposed to be at the beach for the first two weeks and although the weather this time of year can be sketchy, there are usually a few nice days. I had planned to do LOTS of reading and sleeping and chilling.
But then, in true 2020 fashion, a hurricane hit and damaged the building. And that ended those plans.
Side note: the condo is owned by a friend and the first two weeks of November aren’t exactly the hottest beach season. We got a screaming deal, and then all of our money back.
So, we’re stuck at home all of November. Thanksgiving is looking next to impossible with anyone we don’t live with. Based on how things look at the grocery store I’m not even sure we’ll be able to get a turkey for just us.
If nothing else, 2020 is turning out to be memorable.
Which brings me back to NaNo. I’m in. And it’ll be a cheater year for me. I’ll be winding up the first draft of a book already started and starting a book that is the follow-up to that one. And hopefully I’ll hit a total of 50k words.
Which will sort of redeem this shittiest of shit years. Sort of.