do it wrong

Pep talk for myself --you're welcome to eavesdrop, if you like ...

Okay, self. NaNoWriMo starts on Wednesday. You've been thinking about it and organizing. You've read up on plot and character. You've thought about setting and an overdependence on adverbs (allegedly). You've considered what you already have that's written down --what works and what doesn't.

Why are you stressing out?

I know work is busy right now --really busy. Those reports don't write themselves, and no, they don't count toward your NaNoWriMo word count.

I know life is busy right now. We won't go into that, but it's busy, yes. It's hard and it's busy, but for a reason and that's the way it is.

You know all of this, so why are you stressing? Writing is something you enjoy.

You're afraid you're going to get stuck, aren't you? Like before. You're afraid work or the rest of life will win and you'll be left with only fumes to put down on paper. Or worse --nothing.

You know you're going to do it --maybe not the way you want, but you know you'll do it messy if you have to. You'll make a big fat mess ... 

...And you know what? 

That's okay. That's more than okay --that's called perseverance. That is how you finish. As messy as it is, that is how you finish.

Do it wrong because it's not wrong --it's right for you. 

Say hello to the monkeys for me.