no retreat, no surrender

After talking about it for the last few weeks, and a particularly puissant set of conversations on Monday, I’ve decided to do it.

NaNoWriMo is a go. I’m dusting off book 3’s outline, finished chapters, and synopsis, and grinding it to a done status. For those what don’t know, this is the one I started after College, but before parenthood/career. It workshopped well, but didn’t have the right “voice.” I haven’t touched it in over ten years, other than to move the pages from place to place.

I’m damn well touching it now.

My God have mercy on my soul.

The impetus? The realization of, “what if they’re NOT dead?”