I finally get it.
I finally get why I do Nanowrimo.
It’s that first spark of idea, that seeds and blossoms.
It’s those first words, the smell of coffee, the lure of crisp-smelling books.
It’s the moment you say, “screw it” to inspiration and take off on your own.
It’s the ungainly prose, the crappy characters and descriptions and flawed plot.
But–
it’s the spark. It’s still there. Pulling at you. Tugging at your inner muse.
The exhilarated rush that makes you want to dance to any music, that sweeps you up into its clutches and carries you to a faraway world.
And in that world, it’s when you finally believe in the beauty of the stars and your dreams.
In that world, the future is infinite.
Let’s conquer our stories together, my friends.