It’s 11:02 pm EST, and in 58 minutes it will be November 1. For the first time this date holds significance for me. It’s not just the day all the Halloween candy goes on sale… though it is that. *winks* It’s the first day of NaNoWriMo.
I’ve never participated in NaNoWriMo before. And while I love to write, I have a very hard time letting others read what I write. *pauses* This doesn’t count. This is… different.
So, I’m nervous. And I’m excited. And I’m scared I might throw up. And I don’t have an outline. And I only bought a pack of fifty paper bags to hyperventilate in… you get the idea. My head is whirling, filled with so many thoughts, including the idea for my novel. *rereads* Do you see that? I said "the idea for MY novel." Those words cause butterflies in my stomach. Like whoa.
… and it prompted this post. Because I realized something. In *checks time* forty minutes it will be November 1. And I will no longer be wishing I had the courage to do something I’ve dreamed of since I was a little girl laying on the floor of the library reading book after book.
In forty minutes, I will be doing what I’ve dreamed of since I needed help getting books off the top shelf. And I’m crazy excited to start!