Finnian Burnett

It’s November and you know what that means – NaNoWriMo. That means your writer friends who are participating this year are already hunkered down over their keyboards, possibly crying, pounding out words as fast as they can because, after all, if you can write 9,000 words on the first, you only have 41,000 to go and that is so doable, as long as you just write 1413.79 words per day. Except you miss that day because you have to go to the dentist and then you have to frantically scramble to get ahead again and DAMMIT, WHY CAN’T I THINK OF ANY WORDS.

NaNoWriMo.

I’m the procrastination queen, so I really made sure to put myself behind the 8-ball this year. I just finished the book I’ve been working on all year on October 27th. October 27th. That means I had four days to create an outline for the NaNo book I’m starting this morning. Four days in which I was also grading papers, participating in student discussion boards, running the GCLS Writing Academy, and oh, you know, sleeping.

Four days. But I did it. I have an outline. And in a few minutes, I’m going to write the first words of what I hope will be 50,000 in the next thirty days.

See you in a month.