I am finally starting to feel less sick.
Feels as though it has taken a small eternity.
The strangest thing about Nanowrimo this year is trying to force myself to write a daily blog and summary.
It's painful to say I didn't meet today's word goal and that each day I am more behind.
But at the same time it's liberating to be free.
This is a contest not against other people but against myself.
The prize is self discovery, mining creative thought.
It's actually setting aside time for work.
Important work.
Each story is important.
I tell every person I mentor THEIR story is needed in this world.
Because it is the truth.
It's a truth I have to remind myself of.
Besides blowing things up, one of the few things humanity excels at is telling stories.
It's part of our nature, something that helps give meaning to life.
Making order out of chaos.
In it's own little ways.
It's a scaled down way of looking at life...all of these little decisions we make that build into what we call a lifetime, how each of the act and interact with one another.
I have no idea how coherent any of this is.
Feels like a bunch of random musings and philosophy thrown together...because, well, it is.
I'm just happy to be feeling less sick.
It's wonderful.
Going to keep going.
Wake up, get situated and take care of business.
But that means going to sleep.
Which I am ready to do.
Goodnight world.
Good luck to those noveling along.
-Matt
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