On pressing the submit button to NaNoWriMo I look blankly at the screen of my computer, the sheer weight of what I am hoping to achieve flattening my initial enthusiasm.
Writing, I have found, to be quite a solitary endeavour. At times in the little corner of my flat, after the light has faded, my fingers have grown cold and my husband has long since gone to bed, I tap away at the keys; threads of a scene, a character or moment in time, entwining themselves around my consciousness. I know, if I get into bed, I will more then likely lie there for hours thinking of how to finish the scene I have been building.
My predisposition to pushing myself hard worries me slightly. NaNoWriMo may just take over my life for November.
I am going to post my progress here, as I think many others are on their blogs. I’m also Looking to follow other people’s progress, so please get in touch.
Good luck to everyone.