Yes, folks, it’s approaching that time of year again. Don’t take that PARTICIPANT icon too seriously; I haven’t signed up.
Yet.
I did sign up two years ago, to no discernible effect, except a sudden and severe attack of writer’s block. Last year I didn’t even consider it.
But this year I find myself thinking about it. Again.
I’m thinking, maybe if I just decide right off the block (so to speak) that I won’t try to win — that is, make it to 50,000 words — but set some goal that is more realistic for me, given my unreliable energy — it might be a fun and useful project. I did manage — nearly — a poem a day in April. Fewer words, but more editing.
Do I have some pressing idea for a novel? No, I don’t. Maybe I would write something else altogether. I did splurge, and send for the book. I also sent for The Wounded Storyteller: Body, Illness and Ethics, which was recommended by Beth Ferris. Perhaps the two together might give me a direction.
Or perhaps I don’t need a direction. Maybe it would be useful to just sit at the keyboard and spew.
You never know.
Have any of you done this?
Thinking about doing it?
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