No NaNoWriMo this year.

Not doing NaNoWriMo this year.  I wrote my last book in October 2022.

My workload increases in November.  I wish NaNoWriMo could be held in August, when I have a few weeks to crank out 50,000 words.

Yep.  Last month, it took 2 1/2 weeks to write a 51,000 word novel.  Not that it’s a polished piece of art…it’s more like what Hemingway said:

I have created the skeleton.  Now, I have to let it rest for a few months, and only then will I start reading it again.

You might wonder why that’s important.  When I start reading it again, I’ll often ask myself many questions.  Among those questions are:

     1. “What am I trying to say here?” 

    • I have to rewrite the paragraph into something intelligible.

      2.  Sometimes, I’m so bored, I ask (as I’m yawning), “What the hell was I thinking?”  

    • Those pages are deleted.

      3.  Then there are times the story is so interesting I just have to keep reading.

    • Those pages are “keepers.”

After a few months, I forget what I wrote — in my own books!  I’m the only person I know who can wait a few months, reread what I wrote, and can’t wait to find out how it ends.  

My sister once said that if I had enough books to fill one shelf of a small bookcase, I’d have reading materials for life. 

As of October 2022, there are now 22 books in my “Level of Hell” series.  Those are waiting inside the “small bookshelf of my mind” (aka, my computer) along with the 3-book Immortal Sands series, 1 stand-alone book, and 3 more books of yet another series.

I’ve probably told you that before, but I don’t remember.

Still not sure if dyslexia is a curse or a gift.