I love that quote. Mainly because anyone who writes knows that sooner or later, the writing rips that club out of your perfectly manicured fingers and pummels you over the head with it. It’s called Rewrite. It’s a small price for 50,000 words. And there’s just something about NaNoWriMo that makes you feel a little bit smug, despite the fact that December demands its due.

I’ll think about that next month. Right now, slamming out the first draft like barn ‘afire makes me plenty happy. So does Daylight Savings Time, because it’s put me in a good sprint. Sure, I may fall apart in an hour or so (we all will) but I don’t plan to worry about that, either.

We had a rousing Kick-Off Party and Write-In this afternoon, complete with goodie-bags and stickers and foods only good Southern women know how to bring to a gathering. I pity those of you who live elsewhere, because I’m not sure anyone knows how to whip out a casserole dish full of heaven quite like these gals below the Mason-Dixon.

The collective creative energy in that room today could’ve lit up all of Little Rock for for at least an hour. There was mojo, I tell you, mojo.

Speaking of mojo, I’ve added a little something over there on the right of the blog. The folks who put together National Novel Writing Month (a nonprofit) also run the Young Writers Program. It’s a fine operation that provides free writing kits, lesson plans, and online assistance to classrooms all over. The program is free to teachers, which makes me happy, but the funding has to come from somewhere. Over there on the right —–> you can sponsor me and help raise funds to keep the Young Writers Program going to the schools, gratis. Any donation will do and is greatly appreciated. Just click on the picture of me with my very first typewriter, or click HERE.

Happy scribbling, y’all!