NaNoWriMo starts in five days. I’ve been on the roster for a couple of years, but I’ve called forfeit every time. Too busy, typically. There’s always something else to do.
But when November comes to a close, I feel a little pang of missed opportunity. And quite frankly, I’m getting tired of the panging.
I logged in just now to the NaNoWriMo site. I have to give them credit, as the Flash-generated profile page is pretty sweet. Looks like the end-pages of a library book. Nothing stokes the flames of a writer’s ego quite like seeing their own work in print, even when it is purely illusionary. Of course, the facing page holds the imposing progress chart. The goal is zero to 50K in thirty days.
I know folks who have tried it, only to think better of it. And I’m not so sure that I’ll fare any better, but I’m willing to step up to the plate.
But what I need is an idea. Some spark. So I’ll put it in your hands. Whether you’re here for the first time today or if you check in on me every other day, I want to hear from you. Leave me a comment or send me an email with an idea, as simple or as involved as you want. No matter how mundane or ridiculous, I want you to tell me about what you’d like for me to write.*
Don’t be shy. Have at.
* Translation: What you’d like for me to write about. Damned dangling prepositions …
