You know what’s great during a pandemic? Escapism.
Today begins NaNoWriMo, one of my perennial escapism favorites. For those who may not be familiar, the goal of NaNoWriMo is to write 50,000 words in a month (more here). For me, it acts as a catalyst to sink deeply into my current work in progress, so deeply that it helps calm my anxiety regarding anything potentially disturbing in my life. Like, you know, a pandemic, or an election, or the bajillion wildfires pouring smoke into the air around me.
This year, I’m going to try posting weekly progress updates about how NaNoWriMo is going for me. Not only am I attempting to write 50,000 words, I’m taking a stab at a new genre. Expect some verbal flailing in said progress updates.
Eh, all good personal growth requires metaphorical flailing, right?
To everyone who’s participating in NaNo this year, good luck! Write all the words!