On this, my 100th post, I call into question my writer-ness. I have claimed to be a "writer" of sorts, but I have yet to really do anything about it. I have friends who are actively writing novels, and yet, they do not refer to themselves as "writers." Stephen King says in his tome On Writing, that to be a writer, one needs to write. (OK, I'm paraphrasing. He words the sentiment more cleverly than I. He is, after all, a professional.) Writing this blog has brought me back in touch with my writer-self who was buried in an avalanche of corporate negativity and was forced to survive on a diet of grubs and self-actualization. As they say, it's time to shit or get off the pot. And shit I shall!
November is National Novel Writing Month, started by a bunch of friends in the Bay Area. It started as a LAN party of sorts, only instead of playing Half Life, they were feverishly writing narratives. The rules surrounding NaNoWriMo are quite simple: start November 1st, end November 30, and write 50,000 words. This is my call to arms (or keyboards, to be precise). Anyone else want to join me on this nutty crusade? If you are, click here to read all about it.
(For you fellow English teachers out there, there is a version of this month for K-12 classrooms. Click here for that info.)
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