As most of you know by now, I regularly participate in the annual writing rumble known as NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I’m a rebel in that I usually scratch out as many short stories as I am able in those thirty days.
I participate every year because for 30 precious days, writing is the only thing I “have” to do.
My friends and family all know that November, in our house, is referred to “National Pot Pie Month,” so if you drop by expecting a hot meal from Grandma, it will probably emerge from the microwave in the form of a formerly frozen hockey puck.
I usually have my “winners’ certificate” by the day they become available, but I continue writing every day through the 30th and update my word count daily.
NaNoWriMo is a contest in the sense that if you write 50,000 words and have…
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