Eeek!

So, when my sister first signed up for NaNoWriMo a few years back, I was ho-hum about the whole idea. I was awed that she had the gumption to go for it.... I mean, 50,000 words is a lot. But um... yeah. There was no way whatsoever that I would consider doing it. I had a life.

By the time 2011 rolled around, I had gotten to the point where I enjoyed writing. It was fun. I therefore considered Nano.

Briefly.

Suffice it to say that when the deadline to sign up came along I'd decided "Noooooope. I have a life, remember? I don't even have a story to write for it!"

Ahem.

The beginning of October brought on loads of my bloggy friends/acquaintances talking about nanowrimo--why they were doing it/why they were not. And I was like, "Maybe I should try for it this year."

I vacillated wildly for a while doing things like:

I will!

I can't.

Should I?

What if I can't make it to 50,000 words??????

I will!

I don't know.................

Amy  solved the problem for me by coming over a few days ago and signing me up for me.

*SCREAMS*

So here I am. Freaking out. Don't mind me, it's just a malfunction of the nervous system. Happens all the time.

Luckily this time I have a basic outline and some potentially good characters which I think I can turn into better, substantially less flat characters.

Meet Monica:

minus the modern hair and plus some fantasy peasant clothes. 

And Sir Dominic:

Same as Monica. Plus a sword and a very epic cloak.

I'm still not sure where I'm going with the story. Luckily most of my work tends to write itself. I'm one of those people who usually just writes down an idea and then revises about a billion times. :)

As it is, I am nervous.

I am psyched!

I am apprehensive.

I think this will be the kick I needed to buckle down and actually get some work done!

I am biting the inside of my mouth in agitation.

I'm excited!

November, dear. I am coming. Watch out.