Beware, November

So with one day left until November, I realized how scared I actually am of it. I always talk about how excited I am, I always count down the days, I always act like I'm confident in November, but honestly? It scares the poop out of me.

If you're unaware, November is National Novel Writing Month, or as most of us call it, NaNoWriMo, Thirty Days and Nights of Literary Abandon. Basically, the souls of writers explode as they race to write 50,000 words of a very crappy manuscript. At the end, we've written a novel, or most of one anyway, and, although it's just a first draft and filled with typos and cliche characters and bad plots, it's a novel and we're proud (and tired)



I always say that November is my favorite month, aside from July of course (the only month when I'm actually warm), but honestly? It terrifies me. What if I fail? What if my novel is really bad, like worse than a first draft is supposed to be? What if I'm not meant to be a writer? What if I'm not meant to be anything and I can't get a job and I can't pay for food or a house and I die alone on the street?

But if you ask me, I'll probably tell you that I just love November. I mean sure, it's a lot of stress, but writing is FUN. F is for friends who do stuff togeth - Sorry. Habit.

And maybe November will be fun...in December. But until then, wish me luck, readers.