Somehow it is March again. It occurred to me this morning that April is now less than a month away and April is a Camp NaNoWriMo month.
I immediately experienced a number of emotions. Joy. Excitement. Panic. Fear of the ceaseless march of time.
There was a time when I started thinking about what I wanted to do for Camp NaNo at the start of a new year. I might not settle on an idea and start planning it right away but I was anticipating the event. The past few years have blurred together. In addition, I’ve been working on the same massive project for ages. Time doesn’t seem to work the way it did back then. Everything happens gradually and in not time at all.
Working on the same project for ages does have some benefits. I know what I’ll be doing for Camp. I just needed to pick a goal for the month.
Once I worked past the whirlwind of emotions I had about the passage of time, I did just that.
Next month my goal is to continue working on this draft of The Dreams. My word count goal for the month will be 10,000 words. It’s not going to be easy. I’ve been absolutely awful about getting words out of my brain and into Scrivener lately. Maybe Camp NaNoWriMo will be the kick in the pants I need to get moving again.