It is not a common known fact about me anymore that I am a writer. This used to be my identifier, if you will. I was the girl in the back of the class who didn’t give a damn what the teacher was saying because I had my own notebook and my own thoughts to get down on paper… unless it was a lit class, then I usually listened.
Nonetheless, now I’m in college. Been here for almost 2.5 years, and I’m udderly bored of this whole thing. I’ve started to neglect the things that made me happiest in favor of the things that are supposed to create my future. I’m sick of living in the future. I want to live in the now. And with that comes writing.
So here comes NaNoWriMo once again, time to put on the old writers cap and snuggle up with my laptop for a month thinking of worlds that I could never truly visit. And this is where I’m going to document my experiences, along with my various other writing ventures.
I just have to figure out what the heck I’m going to write about…