NaNoWriMo is coming at midnight, along with Old Man Winter and November; these three things go hand in hand. Old Man Winter brings with him Jack Frost, and November is ever synonomous with NaNoWriMo.
In some parts of the world, NaNoWriMo has already begun. It brings with it to these people the things they need the most for their trip through these thirty days, but also the comprehension that somewhere out there, hundreds of thousands of people are working on their books right beside you, suffering the same pain of writers block, the same joy of breaking through it, the same glee of putting their cast through the wringer and seeing them come out again, better for the trials.
For me, the approaching start time of Midnight brings the frenetic energy of last-minute panic, a caffeine high, the awareness that my book is this much closer to being completed, the annoyed prodding that is my friends, telling me I must.
And a writing circle. A cohort to charge into battle with, to, ah, harken back to last year if I might, slay the dragon with.
They claim G.K. Chesterton said, “Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tells tell children the dragons can be killed.”
And he’s not wrong. NaNoWriMo is our support of frothing, ravaging Vikings armed with pens, out to slay the dragon.
We’re not all after the same dragon. But that doesn’t matter; what’s important is we’re all out to slay it. Together.
The word “I” is mighty, but mighter still is “us” — so, let us go. Together.