Several years ago I heard about National Novel Writing Month , while listening to kqed in Oakland, California. I was busy finishing my MFA , or maybe I was already dealing with a demanding baby person, but I vowed that I would do it, 50,000 words in 30 days, someday. I think this might be the someday. I'm thinking of going ultra cheesey: romance . Hah! I am the least romantic person I know. I can't wait. I once dared to criticize my mother for writing romance novels (which she never published, probably through want of trying) saying she should write what she knew. She had the grace to think this was funny, coming from her adolescent daughter.
The NaNoWriMo fits right in with the theme of this month: confusion. I have to admit that I am going through a midlife crisis. I say a and not the , because it isn't my first, and probably not my last. Emile is toddling, and I feel a parallel need to explore, and solidify.
Should I
continue exploring my artwork, even though I am