I am loathe to make the following confession, fearing it will diminish me in your mind. Because those of you that know me may think of me as fearless and unstoppable, whether or not that’s true. You see me as an independent business owner, brand consultant, writer, publisher, and artist. All those things are true.
Writing a book takes guts. And thousands of people test their guts every November for National Novel Writing Month, where both newbie and experienced writers alike attempt the difficult task of writing a 50,000 word novel (or at least a first draft, anyway) in the short space of a month. Is this crazy? Yes. Impossible? No. Yet I didn’t manage to hit 50,000 myself, only clocking in at just under 37,000. I’m still pretty proud of myself, as that’s the most I’ve ever written in thirty days’ time. But, could I do better? Hells, yeah.