My 30th birthday is next week. Have you gotten your bubble solution?
I updated my Nanowrimo profile, but I don’t yet know if I will be doing it. I felt like it two days ago, but today I’m not bothered with a lot of things.
Nanowrimo is where you write a 50,000-word novel in 30 days. It happens every November.
My first year was in 2002. I wrote a crazy story about how an ordinary girl living in an unnamed Caucasian country got embroiled with modern day wizards. It was online and updated everyday at midnight. I left it up until my old domain name got de-registered (another long story).
It was fun and insane and had cameos and inside jokes. I’m not putting it back up because I cringed the last time I reread it. I’m not sure if that one’s hitting the rewrite pile. It was done to see if I could. I did, which is perhaps why I didn’t see the point in a repeat performance. I’m like that in most aspects of my life.
In 2002, everyone who found out I was doing it thought I was crazy. Last time I checked, everyone is doing it. When everyone starts doing it, I know it’s time to move on to something new.
The only reason I’m considering it this time is because my fiction went places and sent me to places this year. If I’m on a roll, then I might as well get on the most obvious and probably last bandwagon this year.
But I’ll see how I feel when the time draws near. I still have a lot of things happening to me at this time, and when that happens, I don’t think of my future beyond the next 24 hours.