"Tell your stories."

I signed up for National Novel Writing Month. Technically, yes, my book isn't a novel, per say. But I'm going to try anyway. Try to write 50,000 words this month. And so far, on the 5th day, I have nothing. Which means I'd have to go at a rate of 2,000 per day. I shall try. I shall hope for encouragement. This must be what editors are for. And NaNoWriMo. And friends. And fellow writers - I have to be honest, I still can't find it within me to claim to be a writer (when does that distinction allow itself?). And blog readers?

And these kinds of things.

And this:

Yes. That. I needed that. And the confidence from an odd source calling me a "fair" writer - thank you, ex-lover. No one is free from slipping under the bus if you laid yourself in front of it. Beep Beep everyone! : )

(If I can grow my hair, I can write a book! Totally relevant.)

I'll keep you updated. Buts lets be real: If you say something out loud, it is sort of the only way to hold yourself accountable. (Hello hair update and my current desire to cut it all off!) If you write it down, the story can't change. This is me holding myself accountable.