So, November’s over, which means that whole NaNoWriMo thing is over. Someone asked me the other day how it was going. How many words had I done—forty thousand? Fifty? You’ve got to be joking, I thought. I’d have been happy to make it to ten. But I didn’t. Not even close.
“A writer is a writer because, even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway.” – Junot Díaz
The above quote was posted by one of my classmates, in a thread titled “Fuck this shit.” The thread was started by Suzy Vitello, who’s leading the class, with the intention of getting us all to put forth our reasons for quitting doing the thing we all love, and descending into a pit of despair and self-loathing.