Rolling down a hill at 35 is a bit different from how I remember it at age 10, but I’m happy to report that feeling of pure glee, adventure and laughter are still the same.
You guys! I did it! 3 years of not even trying to do #nanowrimo, and on my 4th year, I finally sat down and decided that whatever I’m writing doesn’t have to be anything right now. If it turns out to be a short story, that’s cool. An article, that’s cool too. A novel, that would be awesome. But even if it’s only the very definition of a shitty first draft, thanks to Anne Lamott, I will be proud anyways. Who else is doing this?