Slow and Steady Wins the Race

Dear NaNo:

I’m still coming for you.

I know we’re only four days into this hateful, little blood sport, but I’m happy to report that Team Jenkins is still alive and on target. This does not bode well for you. 

Last year, I was behind after day one. I was disheartened and running scared because I knew there was almost no chance that I’d make up that word count. Even though I tried to remain upbeat and confident, there was a big part of me that never really expected to cross the finish line. So when the defeat finally came, it wasn’t a total surprise.

The sting of the loss, though . . . that hurt more than I’d anticipated. And I have you to thank for that savory piece of misery.         

Well, my frenemy, I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. Because this year you are f*#ked.

I’m at the keyboard every day. The outline of where I’m going is a little vague, the roadmap is kind of faded, but I push on anyway. And the words are always there.

I have no idea where they’re coming from, but they’re there. So I write them down. And after a while, they slowly add up.

Just to reiterate: this does not bode well for you.

I am going to enjoy kicking your ass. 

So in closing, my dear NaNo, I know I haven’t jumped out of the gate with an impressive 10,000 or 15,000 word count, but guess what? Slow and steady wins the race. I just have to keep stringing these words together, line by line and day by day, until eventually you fall.

And then you can suck on the misery for a while.

Your friend,

Me