It has been a very long while since I have felt the need, desire, presumption, or creativity to truly write well. Blogging has become a chore--at least, writing for the blog has become a chore. I feel guilty when I read Stuntmother's and Monkey's page, because I cannot be so clever or tidy with my words.

Which has convinced me that it is time to up the ante. Throw out a stress test. Jump through a gazillion hoops of fire and small splinters. Stuntmother introduced me to the madness that is NaNoWriMo. It's as nutty as it sounds. The idea behind this insane collabrative is to write 50,000 words in November. If I'm lucky, I'll have a real novella by the end of it. If not, I'll have a ridiculous amount of blogging accomplished. Though I have to get clear on the details. I may be able to not share this others, but then.

It might actually do you all some good.

So, please. Go talk to Stuntmother about how insane this idea is, and yell at her for convincing me that this can actually happen. If you think that's inappropriate, then at least go read HER blog, which is insightful, well-written, and basically, everything that my blog is NOT. I simply can't wait to see what my novella comes out like. (A mockery of the art of literature, I'm sure).

But if you need further convincing that I can write, Spinning Girl would suggest you read my Symphony for Life.

Hell, when I read that, I almost think I might have a shot at this ridiculous thing called writing.
But I'm not hopeful, mind you, that I can accomplish what roughly turns out to be 1600 words a day for one full month. Not hopeful at all. I'm the Eeyore of this whole enterprise.

Join my ranks, and be duly disappointed. Go sign up. It'll do you good, and humble you. You need to be humbled. I'm positive of it.