the bugs inside

A little bit of my day, every day is taken up by writing. I've been writing for as long as I can remember breathing. Scribbles of stories, thoughts, ideas, LISTS! It's in me. I say that it's IN me, because I can't think of any one other thing that I do on a consistent basis that I will probably never ever stop doing, even if people say I'm horrible at it.

I love to sing. But I would probably not ever sing again if someone told me I was "absolutely horrible". (Simon Cowell impression)
I like to make crafts, knit, and crochet. But, I would probably stop doing that as well if someone told me it wasn't worth my while.

Writing. Never. Even if I totally blow chunks at it. It's still there. Like breathing. Like thinking with my fingers out loud with a pen, or a keyboard. It's just...a part of me.

November is coming up. Very very soon. And I want to prepare myself for Nanowrimo. Each year I watch a lot of my fellow bloggers and writer friends do this and I chicken out. It's not like I have to write something good. I just have to write so much in a short time. I think it's time to put that fear away and just prepare and go for it. Yeah?!

Umm.

Yeah.

PS. To prepare for Nanowrimo. I will be posting something everyday starting on Monday for 2 weeks. :)