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It’s November and National Novel Writing Month has begun! I tried NaNoWriMo years ago, but, admittedly got intimidated by the process. Usually my writing was always based on something real – features done on person or a place in the community. But to actually write something out of the wild blue yonder of my own imagination? FEAR! (Yes, fear…fear of judgement/rejection/success…all of it) But I’m trying it again…this time fueled by the need to heal. To break out. To celebrate my ‘Me’-ness.
Or just to write a whole bunch of words that make sense to me, but not to you. Who knows.
This reminds me of a book I read by a young law school student back in 2000. He was the friend of a guy I was dating at the time and needed help selling and distributing the book. I was excited to help out a young author in anyway I could…but damn if I couldn’t understand a word of what the book was about. To this day, I remember his book and one other mostly because they were so unreadable to me. Terrible reads. But by God do I hope to even get to the place where he got: coming up with an idea, writing it and hashing it out, then getting it printed and distributed. That’s a tough process.