Good Enough

I hesitate to put myself out there. To be honest the thought has never even crossed my mind. I’m wondering why I have this sudden urge to write something bigger?

Maybe I’m just a little tired of reality? And the thought of leaving it every day for an hour or two sounds fun. Maybe it’s my little identity crisis, or maybe this blogging thing has helped me recognize where my passions lie.

Whatever the crazy reason I have joined National Novel Writing Month. It sounds like a great adventure I can have at home, and I’m always up for experiencing something new.

I have no clear idea or plot in my head…I just know that I want to try this. I have no expectations of myself other than I will write every day and see where it takes me. Still, with as little pressure as I have put on myself I can’t help but be scared. You must understand my personality. I’m not a marathon runner…a novel is a literary marathon. I’ve always been drawn to sprint triathlons, they hold my attention because each portion of the race is short, and you have to be able to change focus. Short stories, anecdotes,  these are pieces I enjoy writing. I still say I will never run a marathon, but I may walk one someday! And I may finish half a book by the end of November. Or even just get a solid idea out there that I can go with. Who knows? I won’t unless I try. So wish me luck. Encouragements and inquiries are welcome. Just don’t ask to read this so called story…I’m already bashful about it and I don’t even know what it’s going to be about.

Yes I’m 31, and shopping in the Young Adult section of the bookstore. And I’m not buying gifts.

Yes I’ve been reading and re-reading the same 3 books for the past 5 days during every spare moment. And some not so spare moments.

And yes, the 3 books I’m in love with are about Vampires, and Werewolves, and teenagers,and love…of course love.

I’m addicted, I know I have a problem. I acknowledge that. But I’m not ready to give them up. Can’t someone help me? Can anyone relate? I’m slightly embarrassed about this. But at the same time, I want to have a club just for these books where we sit and read aloud to eachother and squeal like wee girls!