So I have this hesitation to call myself a writer. I always use the phrase “aspiring writer”. I know that it stems from fear.
I have an uncontrollable urge to write – I’ve always written poems, essays, blogs, letters. But because I had never finished a novel, I just couldn’t bring myself to refer to myself as a writer.
I’ve been in a writing program for the past ten months now. I’ve learned a lot about the craft. I’ve finished some things – two children’s books, numerous essays, and quite a few chapters towards a couple of novels that I plan to finish.
And that is the Holy Grail, for me. A finished novel.
Enter NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo is a mad dash towards a 50,000 word novel in the month of November. It ends at 11:59 p.m. on November 30th. I learned about it a couple of years ago, when I had no intention of even trying. Last year, I thought about trying but I didn’t have the courage to start.
This year, I’m jumping in. I’m filled with excitement and mostly fear. Hopefully, I will finish. I will surely try.