Our counselors tell us to go to bed, so Leah, Monica, Eva and I have to return to our room. Monica wants to go to bed and keeps telling us to shut up. We try to talk quietly until she falls asleep. Eva and I tell Leah about my first year when we went on an overnight campout in tents and I stepped in a huge pile of dog shit and didn’t know it and they made me throw my shoes outside.
After we all stop laughing, Leah says, “So hey, where do albinos come from?”
So NaNoWriMo, for those who aren’t familiar, stands for National Novel Writing Month. It usually happens in November and lots and lots of writers set out to write 50,000 words that month. That’s 1,666.7 words a day. It’s a bit of a tall order but people do it. And people who don’t finish might still have twenty or thirty thousand more words than they would have without it. I’ve heard it’s fun, too. There are forums and neat little badges for blogs and websites so there’s a community feel of sorts. You’re all together in this mad rush, intense, working-your-ass-off epic quest (a little like taking organic chemistry). It’s kind of insane. And yet, it’s also really inspiring just to think about.