I started working on a novel. Ish.
October 21st, my friend,
, says she’s doing nanowrimo, but in her own way (which, duh, is the way she does everything).For those not in the know (meaning most humans with a life), nanowrimo is short for national novel writing month. Hundreds of thousands of people commit to writing a shitty first draft of a novel—some 50,000 words—in 30 days.
“Do you want to do it, too?” Jenny asks.
Let’s see…
I’m running two companies, in the middle of a big launch that’s consuming every free moment, producing two shows and recording three podcasts a week, building the team, flow, and product for a second big launch in February, and deep into my own 2x20™, running a symphony of experiments to help figure out what my next season of contribution is going to look like.
And, while I’ve written a bunch of books and dreamed of writing fiction for years, I’ve never written a word of it. Nor do I have the slightest inkling of what it’d take, or how to do it.
My life is alread…