Between the solemn tone of All Saints/All Souls and the passing of Brittany Maynard, the past few days have called forth some deep responses. Not to distract from these serious themes, but perhaps in the spirit of ars longa, vita brevis, I note that National Novel Writing Month (aka NaNoWriMo) is now underway. I’d like to invite a discussion, dear reader: are you, or have you in the past, written a November novel? What was the experience like for you? Grab a cup of tea and let’s talk it over in the comments while we avoid making our daily word count together. When you’re almost ready to buckle down again, read Dave Eggers’ 2010 pep talk over at the NaNoWriMo site (strong language alert):
Knowing there are thousands of others out there trying to do the same, who are using this ridiculous deadline as cattle-prod and shame deterrent, means [redacted strong language], you better do it now because you know how to write, and you have fingers, and you have this one life, and during this one life, you should put your words down, and make your voice heard, and then let others hear your voice.
Then get to work. Like I’m going to do, after I fold this [redacted strong language] laundry.
[image: “A Girl Writing; The Pet Goldfinch,” Henriette Browne, 1870-74]