Forget NaNoWriMo . . . I've gone NaNoCraZy.
All I can do is write, post to litdotorg, and write some more. And then I read. And then I write. And then I call my godfather and say, "Can I do this?"
It's making me crazy.
I'm not just a writer now. I'm not just an author now. I'm a novelist, amateur though I may be.
Forgive me if I don't call or email anyone outside the family very often this month. All I want to do is write . . . and spread the love and mystery of the orishas. It's a good thing.