Since I made the huge announcement of my desire to write a novel, I have decided to participate in the National Novel Writing Month, November. What good timing, huh? I’ll have an entire month to challenge myself. I’m not doing this to win anything, or have others critique my work. No, the opportunity to face my fear of not having what it takes to actually write something other than blog posts and grocery lists. 50,000 words and one month. I don’t expect to finish-in fact I have nothing other than the idea in my head and the fingers to type. My little brain has been working overtime, so much I had to write down how I was going to approach the daunting task. The only piece of information I’m sure of is the title because it’s been with me for years- I just needed the story-the full story to match. And I’m pretty damn sure it will work. If not, I’ll stick to my day job and pole dancing on the side. Kidding about the pole dancing. No I’m not-wait, yes I am, wait no I’m not. Wish me luck, 10 more days and I’ll either feel the release of the story, or the jitters from caffeine.