NaNoWriMo and I have an interesting past. The first time I took part, I drafted something that I printed out on mint green paper, workshopped around, edited with red and purple pen, and then stuck in a drawer. Every fucking day year since I have done a variation on that same theme. Blast music. Scribble. Do laps around the house. Love what I’ve written and want to write more. Do life and stuff. Eat popcorn. Cry. Laugh. What…
