An entire month devoted to writing with everything else going on in my life? What am I getting myself into?
I’m sure every NaNo writer must have these panic attacks the day before it begins but I’m seriously questioning my sanity.
I have a full-time job with an eighty-mile round trip commute, three very high maintenance kids and a husband that also has a full-time job and commute. I guess if in a month I’m separated and my kids are failing out of school and hate me then I won’t be able to question why.
It’s masochistic, crazy, freaking nightmarishly insane!