You had to have seen this coming.
I mean have you met me?
If it wasn’t for NaNoWriMo, I don’t think I would have written anything that’s longer than ten thousand words.
Wannabe writer right here. Novelist, more like it.
Why did I ever think I could get novels published when I can’t even finish one?
Somehow though, come November, I’m writing more words in one day than I usually do all year.
Hilarious, aren’t I? Delirious too. It’s late. Give me a break. My small brain can’t handle studying, writing, and blogging. Something has to give, okay?
Why do I do this to myself?
But this April I haven’t let myself off the hook.
Despite classes and exams.
School needs to leave me alone.
Of course I finish exams on the second last day of this month, the last day of the official exam period. I refuse to fail at anything, even though university is clearly conspiring against me.
I can’t promise that my posts this summer will be worth reading.
But maybe my Camp NaNoWrimo stories will be!
After I spend the next four years of my life editing them. Or rewriting.