Confession-spewing time:  I haven’t blogged in a while.  I haven’t kept up with my goal of posting every Friday.  I have not kept up with my writing, haven’t made it a priority.  I’ve allowed everything and anything else to take precedence.

Performing a little totally amateur psychoanalysis on my own self, I’d say that the reason I haven’t been writing is because I’ve felt discouraged.  I don’t write because I’m afraid of failing, of never getting anywhere with my writing.

I’m not writing because I’m afraid of not writing.  I’m a freakin’ genius.

So I’m going to bite the bullet and participate in National Novel Writing Month.  Check it out at

I signed up this morning.  I’m starting out a day behind.  This feels fitting, somehow.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to complete 50,000 words in one month, but I’m going to try.  Because I need to do this.  I need to carve out a space for writing.  My head is full of stories and characters, but if I’m not writing them down, then I’m just a crazy chick who hears voices in her head.

In a dark night of the soul last night, I realized that I’ve never attempted NaNoWriMo because I’m afraid of failing.  I’m afraid I can’t do it.  But I’ll never know if I don’t try.  So here I go.

Is there anything you’ve wanted to do that you haven’t attempted out of fear or insecurity?  I’d love to hear about it.  I need some moral support, peeps!