I've been thinking about this a lot over the last two weeks, and dog help me, I think I'm actually going to do it. I've been writing a lot* lately. No, I don't mean the crapola you see before you. Actual writing. It's part of my secret life, the private me that I reveal to almost no one.
But it's time to let a little bit of the secret out. Beginning 1 November, I'm going to write a novel. I have to write 50,000 words by 30 November to "win." That's 1,666 words every day, with an extra 20 words one day to top it off. In the two weeks I've been considering NaNoWriMo, I haven't let myself do the actual math until just this moment. Whenever I think about it, I feel varying degrees of dauntedness. But thinking about 1,666 words every day buries the needle on the daunt-o-meter. Right now I will ignore the not insignificant number of days I have work travel in November. Or the major national holiday.
The good news is that I have an idea. Actually, I have two ideas. And they are, at least in my daunt-addled brain, not bad ideas. Not bad at all.
*"A lot" is a relative term.