November is the month for writing.
I want to. Oh, how I want to!
My writing muscle needs flexing. I think I have a cramp.
Here is the perfect month, the perfect opportunity. NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. Writers everywhere sit typing in short bursts, typing anything and everything that comes to mind; saving often, coffee and hot cocoa going cold beside them.
I am pining. I am withering!
I have not joined the ranks.
Here it is, my favorite time of the entire year, November (cue angels), and my blood boils as my brain tumbles snippets of ideas around. I feel the ‘itch’, my fingers curl over the keyboard, ready.
This is the first year I have so much other work to do.
The cursor blinks, tempting, the page as blank as my defeated creative right lobe. I stare back. The task is insurmountable. 50,000 words in one month! I check my calendar. So much to do.
Have you started yet?