I'm compelled. Drawn. Whisked away by these delusions. Or are they memories? Yeah, they're probably a mix of both really.
This is a very, very rare day for me. For some reason or another, the excited surge of writing is filling me up. I haven't quite had this feeling in years. Literally, years. But looking upon Facebook and seeing some of my friends participate in the yearly National Novel Writing Month or, Nanowrimo, has sent me into a flurry of "well, shit!".
And so I created an account on the website. I picked a username and password. I'm three days behind but from here on out, the goal is 50,000 words by November 30th, 11:59pm. I will not make it. I don't care if I do but what is getting me all whipper-snappy and bothered is that I feel my "spark" again.
IT HAS BEEN SO LONG.
It's....scary and awesome. However, I have absolutely no fucking clue what to write. In fact, I'm pretty sure I should be writing something right now instead of this oft-neglected piece of fungus I call my blog.
I'd like to just point out that I'm using this blog post for two reasons:
I'm not telling you the first reason.
The second reason? BRAINSTORM.
I have no FUCKING clue where to begin any type of story of any kind at the moment. And so as I sit here typing away at this infernal bastard, I grasp at the notion that an the ember's of a huge story-fire will catch on me and set me completely ablaze.
That is my hope, at least. Hmmm. Fire. Catching. Completely.
Ah, hell. I got nothing.
So, this is my November post. Cheers fuckers and good luck to anyone else out there attempting a go at Nanowrimo!
