Tuesday. March 31st. And therefore – tomorrow is the first day in April. And Wednesday as well.
CampNaNoWriMo begins tomorrow and I was so sure I would never, ever participate again! So what am I doing?
Well! I signed up! Again! Despite knowing better not to do just that.
Each time, two Camp and one November-NaNo last year, I signed up and it began very well. But also, each time, it has stressed me immensely the further the days had been passing by. And became a mere pain in the neck, the week before finishing it.
But I finished them! All three of them. I became a Winner! And every time I afterward said to myself – never again!
Does this gal ever learn?
Or is the excitement and the anticipation so much bigger, than the experience tells me about how menacing the stress is?
At the same time, I told myself to at least not to write in English again. Use my mother-tongue instead. It would be so much easier and faster writing.
But, what do I do? Well, of course!!!!! I write the foreword in English! … and it seems it will continue that way…
Is this gal stupid or something?
No. She Isn’t. She’s quite sane. But, I guess she likes the challenge, after all. And will not chicken out!This time I call it
“Brickstone! A story about love and evil Misdemeanour”.
I don’t know why I call it “Brickstone”. It just came to me. Like from somewhere beyond.
And it has nothing at all to do with my earlier writings. It’s completely new. It’s not even Fantasy/Sci-Fi