Every September and October my bestie and I visit at least one local haunt every weekend and then write a review of that haunt on our site called Locallylouisville. It’s something I look forward to all year long. It also causes me some anxiety because it also reminds me that November is coming up. Which means NaNoWriMo.
I haven’t participated in it for three years. With my co-writer and best friend Will passing away this precious March, it also means that I’ll be feeling his death all over again. He and I were each other’s cheerleaders the entire month, talked through difficult scenes, and worked through character and plot issues.
I wasn’t planning on doing NaNoWriMo this year. However, last week, a story dropped in my lap/mind and I really liked the idea. I kind of feel as if it’s a whisper from my friend. As though he’s telling me that I’ve got this; I can do this. That it’s time for me to get back to it.
I still wasn’t sure about doing so. Then I attended a weekend-long writers convention. I came home Sunday feeling more positive and alive. Ideas, thoughts, fixes, edits needed, and an actual future that I’ve not felt in a long time was reawakened within me.
So yeah, I think I’m gonna give it a shot.