One random writing assignment a day. Plus 50,000 words by the end of the month.

For a month that is one day shorter than half of the others.

Quick! Grab a pen. Write a moment. Write your first love. Write your beliefs.

Then write 1,667 words for your next novel. Get busy!

Ok, fine, the writing challenge was easy, though most of what I wrote felt like a journal entry or a rant (or both) so I’m not really sure if that helped me improve as a writer. And I failed at Nanowrimo – but what an experience! What a thrill the few days I did reach the needed number of words, and how delightful to be 25,000 words closer to my next novel. I’m not sure if I can handle pushing forward to the predicted completion day near the end of December – so many other projects are overdue for attention – but can I stand to let the fervor fade before the story is finished?

Someday, when Atonement comes to fruition, you'll know where it all began...