That should not even be a question. I dream about writing. I talk about writing. I think about writing. But do I actually write? Sometimes yes, mostly no. Not like I should. Yesterday, I had the whole house to myself for hours! What did I do?? I cleaned like a mad woman! Now, in defending myself, I should say that it’s difficult to focus when there are piles of laundry or mail or dishes to be sorted and put away, so I did myself a favor for the upcoming week, but the truth is that I was just making excuses! All excuses aside, I have to admit something to myself. I got all pumped up last week looking up the information and reading the forums for NaNoWriMo and I freaked myself out. I’m so excited to commit to this on one hand, but on the other hand I’m terrified. Can I do this? But what if it sucks?? Will I be good enough? Will I stay committed? All of the doubts come into play until I eventually just give up. I can’t do that this time! I won’t do that. I have to keep myself motivated and remind myself that I’m not doing this for anyone but me. I am writing a book because I’ve dreamed of doing so for as long as I can remember and I don’t need to worry about whether anyone else likes it or not. I can and I will do it!