So my uncle had told me a few months back about NaNoWriMo.  He knows I like to write, but I've never bothered to do anything with it.  His first book came out last week Tuesday (Dog-Ku - a book of haikus written from dogs' perspectives).  Anyway, his proud announcement reminded me own my own former amibitions.  Are they still ambitions if you've never done anything about it?

So I pondered for a couple days.  It was October 28th.  I think the short notice was actually beneficial.  I didn't have much time to talk myself out of it.  Before I knew it, it was November 1, I had registered and was sitting in front of a blank screen, trying to think of an idea that would last 50,000 words.

My life is busy.  I have a full-time job and a new relationship.  I have other grown-up commitments on weekdays.  I have family and friends who (fortunately) want a piece of my time.  All of these things manage to take up pretty much all my time.  But Kevin works evenings Wednesday through Saturday.  I figured I could manage some writing time.

My schedule is to crank out as much as I can on Saturday morning and evening, and Sunday morning.  I managed 10,000 words in the opening weekend.  And if there's any free time left Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday night, I fine-tune my half-baked ideas, and get a few hundred more words in.  (I know I'm only supposed to go forward, and not to look back, but I found a better path for my heroine.  Now that I've made some minor corrections, she has sooo much more potential!)

It's been one week, today, and I still have this evening to work.  I ended last night just over 12,500 words.  (I wouldn't let myself quit until I hit that 25% mark).  I figure I'm right on schedule, and the weekend promises to be gray and chilly - perfect for wearing pajamas and loosing new and crazy plot lines from my brain.  I have no idea how the month will shape up, but I am excited.