I’ve been thinking about my plans to take part in NaNoWriMo in November, and I think that I am going to give it a pass. It is not so much the fear of forcing myself to write so many words (which is pretty daunting), but rather the recognition of the low priority writing as in my life right now.
Yes, I still want to be a writer; and, yes, I still dream of writing a book. But right now I am in the middle of making a Christmas gift, and the joy of the person I am going to give the gift to is more important than trying to get 50,000 words down on paper.
I have, however, thought about having my own NaNoWriMo a few months from now. I have a couple of silly ideas for stories that I may just need to write for fun.