Some of you may have noticed a new badge in my sidebar. The Camp NaNoWriMo participant badge.
That’s right. I’m doing it again. 50,000 words of a novel in a month. I figure if I managed it last November when I was working, I can certainly do it now that I’m not. It might even be easier. And better. Surely it could be better because the last one sucked.
No, seriously. It wasn’t good. I read over it now and laugh and laugh. It’s a great pick-me-up after a rotten day.
So I’m going to try again, using a character from the old one and anything I can salvage from it (that won’t count toward the 50,000 words because that would be cheating and I’m not a cheater.)
Or maybe I’ll write something new. Who knows? I’ve got time. 23 hours to figure out what in the world I’m going to write about. No biggie.
The only reason I’m doing this is because somebody asked me to. I didn’t even know about Camp NaNoWriMo until she opened her big mouth. Then I opened mine and said I’d do it. Now, we’re both committed. Thanks, JM. (JM writes the wildly entertaining blog, Accidental Stepmom. She’s stepmom to 5 fabulous children, one who has a serious addiction to bacon. Then again, who doesn’t? You should check out her blog. You can thank me later for introducing you.)
Just to pass on the “holy crap, what have we done?” vibe, I sort of talked my friend into participating, too. That’s not accurate. I let her talk herself into joining in and neglected to tell her what she was in for. Misery loves company, and all of that.
I’m an excellent friend.
Coincidentally, she also has a blog (*gasp* *say what?*) and she just wrote a fabulous post about what it means to be a military family. It’s not easy (duh) but it’s even tougher when you have 4 kids, all with special needs. She’s sort of my hero. Yeah, she’s got her issues (don’t we all) but she does a much better job of hiding them than most people. Go. Read her post. You’ll see.
Change @ Mom’s Mixed Nuts (Isn’t that a great blog name?)
After you read these wonderful women writers, you’ll understand my panic about doing Camp NaNoWriMo with them. They set the bar awfully high and I’m a terrible jumper.