NaNoWriMo? Again? Are You Crazy?

Yup. I decided at the last minute to sign myself up for NaNoWriMo again this year. (I'm unofficial at this moment, waiting to use my computer to sign up.)

The last time I finished NaNoWriMo (which was my second or third attempt) was three years ago, when Remy was 18 months old. That 50,000 words is not by any shape or form a novel (more like one long meta-journal entry!), but it did get written and I was proud of crossing the finish line.

I was hoping to write an actual novel this year (though I am sure there will be plenty of navel grazing as I fumble towards the finish). And lo and behold, in my first day's writing I found two characters, a situation, plot (getting one character home!) and genre.

The first paragraph (for now):

"The most interesting thing about Kyat Alto wasn't her blue hair or her purple fingernails, her jet black wings or even her radiating third eye. It was her voice. Kyat's people sang instead of speaking. And when she sang, everyone listened. It wasn't talent, per say, but it was compelling, even amongst other singers. It was the newness of having heard a note for the first time. It was the throbbing her voice left in your soul. It was the blue on blue inky black fingerprint of her wings..."

I have no idea where I will go from today's writing but I do know only I can write what I write. And only I could create this character, this story. And I hope that knowledge will walk me through the craziness that is NaNoWriMo this year. Because even if it's crap (like that last "novel,") it will be mine. And creation is important to me.