The Beginning

It is my firm belief that if you can't imagine a dream coming true, it will more than likely never come true...perhaps because you don't believe in yourself or your dreams and abilities enough to MAKE it happen. I'm a dreamer - always have been, always will be. What have I got out of it? Well, I have a job that I'm not selfless or self-masochistic enough to enjoy...and I've somehow ended up living in the northern Canadian boon-dogs, where there's actually a roadkill sign-up list that entitles you, when your turn comes around, to scrape a moose carcass off the road and have a lovely meal of it (granted you retrieve it on time, before the weevils set in). I definitely did NOT dream THIS life up, but it has given me the encouragement I needed to buckle down and decide, if I could do anything, what I would want to do with my life?

I've made that decision, and now I'm pitting myself against writers from all around the world to prove that I can make it happen.

Yesterday, I joined NaNoWriMo, the National Novel Writing Month initiative designed to help writers like me get from zip to 50K in 30 days...That's about 1,600 words per day...which is a daunting feat! I started 6 days late, and have, so far, a 6,000 word deficit! But, I'm committed.

I'm switching routes. For years I've made decisions with that little part of my brain that says, take no risks, make money. But how often has that little part of my brain made me truly, incandescently happy? Drawing a blank...although I do thank it for my reletive comfort in recent years.

Now I'm making my decisions with my heart...writing feels good. It excites me, moves me, inspires me...there's no better time than now to make it happen, to make this dream come true!

I must remove myself from the stratosphere for now, however. I'm realizing it is nearly midnight, and an eager group of pubescent beings awaits my so-called sharp wit and wisdom come morning. I foresee the need for coffee...

Novel Word count: 6, 162.