Every year toward the end of October, I get excited, not because of Halloween, but because NaNoWriMo is around the corner.
National Novel Writing Month (often shortened to NaNoWriMo /ˈnænoʊ ˈraɪmoʊ/), is an annual, Internet-based creative writing project that takes place during the month of November. Participants attempt to write a 50,000 word manuscript between November 1 and November 30.
Every year in the past 10 (?) years, I couldn’t wait to start NaNoWriMo, but at the same time I knew I couldn’t afford the time required for the task. I watched my writer friends complete their novels; I envied them.
Again, this year, I assessed my abilities to write, and came to a conclusion that I am getting closer than before, but I’m not totally ready even though I do have a story in my head. Then, I discovered NaBloPoMo – National Blog Posting Month (Blog every day in Nov.), and decided to give it a try.
I have to be honest with you, I am excited and scared. Doesn’t ultimate achievement always come with these feelings?
Another concern that I have: how will readers feel about my daily post for 30 days? I know we all have many blogs to read… sometime too many… (Sorry, I’m going forward anyway. I have to.)
When I was in college, my friend lent me a bicycle. It was nicer than the old bike I left at home. Hadn’t had a bike for 3 years (during school year), I appreciated the opportunity, and rode it everywhere for a couple of weeks.
I thanked my friend profusely when I returned the bike, and told him all the places that I had visited, including a college campus close to where I lived.
His face turned white. “You are not supposed to go to there,” he said.
“Because… that’s where we found the bike.”
“Found? You mean…”
My face turned white, I am sure. (Later I was told that they’d returned the bike to where they found it.)
This incident stays in my mind all these years. I can’t help thinking what if the bike owner saw me when I was riding the bike in the campus? Would he give me a chance to talk? Would he believe what I was going to tell him? Would he jump into a conclusion before knowing the truth?
What if I were the bike owner? Would I give this person a fair chance to explain?
I learned not to quickly judge anyone, praying for the wisdom to act accordingly. And I’ve never borrowed a bike since then 😉
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