Rarely had the words poured from my penny pencil with such feverish fluidity

I am notorious for my lack of follow through. I make “promises” (to myself mostly) or plans, or announce to people I am going to complete x by y. And then have to endure the “I knew it” looks and comments from these people when y comes and goes and x hasn’t happened. It’s not a good thing. And yet, here I am announcing yet another grand scheme. I have recently learned about National Novel Writing Month, and of course am thinking, oh yes, I can do that; I can write 50,000 words in 30 days....

No offense, but I do subscribe to the belief that writers can’t usually explain how to write and those who can explain how to write usually can’t write. But the golden rule of writing is write, write, write. The only way to be a writer is to actually write. I understand that Procrastination is my worst enemy. And although for most people having a deadline, even a self-imposed one, is enough of a kick in the pants, I doubt it will work for me.

I am an old-school kind of girl. I like to write longhand. I love the blank piece of notebook paper and the freshly sharpened pencil and the infinite creative possibilities that are capable of pouring forth (but sadly, usually never do). Fingers crossed everyone!