I’ve focused a bit too much on the somewhat negative stuff that can happen during NaNoWriMo in a couple of posts of this past week, so now I want to share a positive one.
And that is that NaNoWriMo can also bring the most beautiful flow.
It’s where you could keep writing for hours and still not run out of steam, where the story just snaps together, where words are so easy it makes you want to cry.
Those moments are the blessing of NaNoWriMo. They are what made me come back to it this year.
It’s the magic of writing, and something I look forward to right now. I did have it on Saturday for a bit, but not too long. I can already feel that it’s coming back to me at an even bigger scale. I feel those words getting ready.
My fingers are itching!
