In Praise of NaNoWriMo

In 2003, I was a writer without a Muse.  I was, understandably, miserable. Words had always come so readily to me from the very start.  My first stories were told in a mandatory journal my first-grade teacher insisted we keep.  Most of my classmates would complete it in the quickest fashion possible:  a drawing, accompaniedContinue reading “In Praise of NaNoWriMo”