I’m doing it. I’ve thought about it since my good friend Rachel suggested it back in July. I signed up, I have some plot ideas, I’m buying a book tonight, I’m probably crazy but… I’m writing a novel next month.
As of today I’m an official participant in NaNoWriMo aka National Novel Writing Month. The purpose, since 1999 is to write a complete novel, whether it be crap or not, of 50,000 words by November 30th and win. Win what? The Grand Prize? Vacation for Two? Toaster Oven? No you win what I like to call at life. Writing a novel has been a crazy pipe dream of mine since high school and I wanted to move on from angsty poetry. And NaNoWriMo’s mission fits with my needs, dedicating time to simply writing. As they say quantity, not quality counts. I need to do this, I need to break the mantra down that I could do this if I…blah blah blah. No excuses I’m telling myself. I’m doing this. I might start believing myself soon but I’m writing a novel next month. It will be crap and I will share with you all, and I might throw up and chicken out of the whole thing but it’s happening.
Not sure how this is going to effect my 100 books in a year challenge. I just hit 77 so I’ll be in good shape if I take a month off. I’ll just end the year strong with a string of kids and romance novels.
If you would like to join me in madness my id is akmargie. We’ll be writing buddies. In insanity.
My friend, the one I introduced last week, is thinking about grad school. Not MLIS so I still have yet to find a convert, but still grad school. We talked this weekend about the pros, the cons and all the in betweens. Her bottom line quickly became, why wouldn’t I go back to school? I’m blessed to have wonderful people as friends who value education as much as I do and celebrate Talk Like a Pirate Day with me.
The whole conversation made me think back to the few days I took to consider going back to school. For me too, it was a no-brainer. I didn’t discuss my decision with anyone until I actually applied because it felt right. Few things in life have felt that good. I’m still surprised at how quickly I moved forward because usually I sit back and debate with myself for spell. I like certainty and grad school was always that, certain.
I also spent time telling my friend how different grad school is from undergrad. Maybe it was my program specifically (which is all-round fabulous) but there was a real sense of community I didn’t feel in undergrad. Even though everyone’s backgrounds were diverse, our connection through our commitment to the course and the program was evident. Sure, things weren’t always kittens and roses but for the most part the hard work was always balanced by great discussions and experiences.
People ask me if I’m going to pursue my PhD now. I chuckle and say absolutely not but I’m starting to wonder. Certainly not right away. I want and need to get more experience but one day I think I would like to take that challenge on. I think I miss school.
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