It's NaNoWriMo time again, and I'm exhausted at the thought. 50,000 words in one month is a daunting task. Last year was the closest I have ever come to making that goal. I reached 28,000 words between two different projects. I know, I know- that was dumb. I have a hard time picking something and seeing it though til the end. To top it all off, I lost all but 6,ooo words on the manuscripts when my zip drive broke. I had been so wrapped up in writing, when I really should have been wrapped up in SAVING!!

Surprisingly, I wasn't too upset at the loss of so much work. I don't think it was really great stuff. I have been working on Black Bayou Road for so long now, and have changed to story so much, it will probably amount to something vastly different than I had planned. I didn't like the direction I forced myself to go and am starting (almost) fresh. I have done this with the book twice now. It's gotta be a sign. Either this book will flop like my sad Sunday pancakes or soar like I wish it would.

Whatever the outcome I have decided to think of NaNoWriMo  like a moderately loud peanut gallery, occasionally throwing popcorn or raucously clapping when I decide to forego The Voice for the evening and write. I don't think I will make my 50,000-word goal, but you never know. It is November 5th, I have 8,000 words. I have 25 more days to possibly surprise myself.