I love writing fiction. My first memory of writing something that would entertain was a play that I wrote for our neighborhood kids to perform when I was about 10 years old. My dad was a Navy Chief stationed in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba at the time. The base was enclosed, it was almost always sunny and warm, and the kids in the housing area I lived in stayed outside a lot.
I love the concept of National Novel Writing Month. I would love to write a full novel in 30 days. Sadly, I think it’s only officially happened one time, and I barely remember the circumstances around that line instance. Oh, I’ve signed up several times. Sometimes, I never get off the ground. Day one rolls around and there’s always something more important to be done. (I do have a job, even if it is contract and working from home.)
More often, I get the first few days out of the way and then something comes up. By something, I mean work, or a life crisis, or just about anything that eats so much time that honestly, writing even a few hundred words would be nearly impossible.