I won I won I won

I did it!

The Little Engine that could

I wonder if all writers are like that. If other writers feel the need to write about not writing. It seems a little perverse.

I use writing to process my life. So many times what I write is conversational and not well done. It doesn't matter to me, but apparently since I am writing publicly it should.

I joined National Novel Writing Month with every intention of losing. I tried outlining and didn't do it. I am not against outlining as some people are, but life got in the way. I understand that this is just another excuse in a long list but I have allowed things to get into the way of my writing.

There. That's not a cop-out; that's truth.

My children are watching a movie while I am in the quiet room of the library. I will bravely face my 400 words. I will tell myself that I can do this and it doesn't have to be completed in November if I don't want to. I will talk kindly to myself because that is how I would talk to another writer.

I know I can. I know I can.