I have the absolute cheek to have just signed up for National Novel Writing Month 2015. With last year’s novel still incomplete in edit, what exactly am I thinking?
Truthfully, I’m thinking that I am a great procrastinator, that I would be awful in the military life because I can’t take orders – even from myself, apparently.
However, I’m also thinking that this time last year I hadn’t even signed up to commit to 50,000 words in a month but I did it in the end.
I’m thinking that I knew the first book had a sequel as I was writing it and it seems daft not to get that down, considering it’s been mulling away in the background.
I’m thinking that I may be sorry to commit to this once again, especially as I obviously hate editing – unless it’s other people’s – just like the writing it down part.
I’m thinking, though, that I have nothing to lose and that I might even manage more of the edit on the first while working on the second because I’ll be so immersed in it again.
I’m thinking that I’m about to move school again in a couple of weeks and that could mean more or less work. And I don’t know which.
I’m thinking, ‘Oh,shit, why am I even letting others know?’
And, mostly, I’m thinking, blogging is one thing, Anne-Marie, but why exactly did you start that in the first place if not to actually gain the confidence to write that book you always knew you would.
Right now, I’m thinking why am I talking about myself in the third person? I hate that.
Frankly, I don’t really know what I’m thinking.
But I’m inclined to share my thoughts, sure or otherwise. So here you have them.
Last year, I swore off blogging during the week to make sure I focused on Nano. It was hard to let go of the reins. Your blog’s like your baby. Well, I think it is. You kind of nurture it along and watch it grow.
Last year, I had tremendous help from guest bloggers who made sure my baby was fed and watered. You know who you are. I don’t know if I’ll be able to let the reins go so completely this time – I’m a born mum – but I would be grateful for offers.
I spoke this over with my family last night. Mixed reception.
‘You haven’t finished editing the first one!’ D’uhh, I know.
‘Does that mean you’ll be holed up in your office again for a whole month?’ Thought that was a bonus for them, myself.
‘Do it, Mum!’ I think I’m gonna.
‘Whatever makes you happy.’ Thanks, hon.
So, I’ve registered. Another one of my not-thought-this-through-type-of-plans-that-I-don’t-make.
I might even try to plan this time – I’ve got nearly two whole weeks before it begins. Loadsa time. 
So, this is by way of being my notification that I’ve enlisted. About to take orders from myself again. Someone has to keep me in check in the absence of a sergeant-major, I’m thinking.
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