A couple weeks ago I had a dream. It was kind of a crap ass dream, and I mentioned it on facebook. A friend, who is far more of a writer than I am, told me it sounded like the basis for a great story. I got to thinking she was quite right. Then I realized November was only a few days away, and maybe I’d consider the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).
Then I realized that’s not at all possible. At all. For starters, I have a hard time focusing on anything. Secondly, I’ve got a costume to make, because I’m suddenly obsessed with Steampunk, and it gives me a new excuse to make stuff. But this story refuses to die, which is fine. I’m not sure I’m the person to give it life, but I did dream it, so I figure I have to try.
Therefore, I’ve decided to rename November for myself: AtToWriSoMo: Attempt to write something month. And so it begins. Maybe. If I can remember how to write.