Time flies when you’re having fun, and also apparently when you don’t have time for fun! Here we are halfway through the month, and I have a confession: I am not halfway through my novel. Or even halfway to 50,000 words.

This scares me, if I let myself think about it. So I’m trying not to, and trying to find the time to write during a week that is all about writing in a way that means there is no time. My second semester of Spalding’s MFA program has officially begun, and I couldn’t be happier to be back in close quarters with this wonderful community of wordsmiths. After just 24 hours, I’ve already experienced the same stimulation, exposure, and inspiration that characterized my experience in May, and it feels wonderful to be in this community of the like-minded, of those who are striving for what I strive for, and pursuing what I pursue.

Perhaps the atmosphere of this place is getting to me, but here’s what I’ve decided to say to my lowly 23,700 words: you didn’t exist before, and now you do. Maybe 26,300 more will join you. Maybe they won’t. But you, my words, are worth making time for, and I am so glad that you exist.

NaNoWriMo: Halfway
Tagged on: