National Novel Writing Month. It’s here once again and once again I’m wavering on if I should do it. I have a novel idea this year and I’ve even written out bits of it, but I’m terrified of committing to really writing it.
I’ve convinced myself that I don’t have the skill to do this even though part of me knows I do. I wish I could just go back to my high school self who wasn’t afraid to put myself and my writing out into the world. I used to be proud of what I did, even the overly pretentious, exceedingly juvenile stories and poems. They were sooooo bad, but I loved what I did.
I missed day one, but maybe I’ll do it anyway. Even if I don’t come up with a complete novel, I’ll at least have some fun doing what I love.