NaNoWriMo Recap Assignment

I remember when I was nine years old, visiting my cousins in Florida for the first time in several years. When I saw my cousin AJ (my best buddy!) I was shocked. He looked so old to me. So different. But after a just a few minutes together I realized that he was just as much my adorable, kind-hearted and smart-mouthed cousin as he'd ever been. 

NaNoWriMo was the same, only the changes were more drastic. It would have been like finding AJ all covered in tattoos, smoking a cigar, and swearing at our grandmother. In other words, the first seven days of this November were essentially filled with a plethora of disappointment. Physically, I didn't stand much of a chance. Emotionally, I was Eeyore. Mentally, I was a twenty-seven year old pug dog, on life support.

Once the barren wasteland of day seven was through, however, I was healed up, and I managed to snap myself into Pooh-mode (which doesn't sound quite as nice as it is) and regain my humanity. I wrote with everything that was in me until two, to three thousand words became standard. After the first few days it was thoughtless. I was not thinking, just writing. Maybe the book will be no good whatsoever, and maybe the characters are flat and emotionless. Maybe there's too much death (spoiler alert: a lot of people die). Maybe nothing will ever come of it and no one will ever read it and no reader will ever be changed or moved by it. 

But maybe something will happen. And maybe that oh-so-cliche, "someday" is possible.