It appears I’m not actually doing NaNoWriMo this year after all. The month is nearly half over, and though I’ve written one play and started another, I won’t have anything like a novel by the time the clock runs out. I’m fine with this . . . I think. Since I write all the time anyway, the deadline for NaNo seems forced and arbitrary. I’ve produced more work in the past year than I had in the three or four years prior, so I have nothing to be ashamed of. And hopefully this is just the start of my prolific career.
The play I’m writing now is coming along very well, much better than the last one I wrote (which wasn’t bad but was like pulling the proverbial teeth to write). And I have several other projects in the works as well that need to get finished. So I’ll keep adding to my oeuvre, I suppose. NaNo or not.