After Much Hemming and Hawing

I have (almost, pretty much, nearly definitely) decided against trying to do National Novel Writing Month this year. I know this will be the second year in a row I've dodged it, but I'm probably going to need the time to write the first book of my next series for work. If I'm not doing that (unlikely), then I might.

I don't know. I've tried to be an active and friendly participant, but mostly I think I intimidate other writers just by rep. What do you guys think? Are you joining in, or giving it a pass? Let me know in comments.

Comments

Maria Zannini said…

I guess I've known you for so long, I know how generous and selfless you are when it comes to sharing your experience, but I guess to a newbie you might come across as intimidating. I remember years ago soaking up every bit of advice you gave to new writers.

And now I can't remember the blog but you used to blog on a group blog didn't you? You were the only reason I visited that blog. You were hilarious most times, and down to earth. That's when I fell in love with you.

October 8, 2022 at 1:48 PM

nightsmusic said…

It's probably your reputation that's intimidating to some. You're the least intimidating person I know. When I first met you, you were so kind and generous to me, I wondered if you were for real. But you are. And you're a treasure to me.

And I'm not doing NaNo either. I've really been struggling with my depression this year. I have no imagination for anything this year.

October 9, 2022 at 7:20 AM

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