Quick Update: This is bound to be an epic week. A costume contest, a CD that shall finally arrive in the mail after a month of waiting, and more and more Harry Potter TV spots. What else is there to love?
So, I'm thinking of entering #NaNoWriMo.
Okay, you can hit me now.
See, what happened is that I sort of attended my first concert last week. I live in a "one-starbucks town", persay (yes, a quote stolen from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, hit me again if you must). They were a few Christian bands performing in our high-school auditorium, and I actually knew one of them (the Letter Black) and so my friend and I stayed after school to watch. Free show. Two bands, one hilarious rapper. It rocked.
After something like that - a wholly, mega-inspiring moment in my life - of course I felt like tossing my WIP (or should I say WTSHBOOPAA, for work-that-should-have-been-out-of-progress-ages-ago) out the window once more and writing something else. That happens a lot, i.e. first time I watched Titantic, first time I read a Twilight book (way back before I knew what grammar was, I should say) and a lot of stuff like that. Of course, the ideas swimming in my head are mostly stories dealing with music, shocker.
However, I'm not sure what to do. At once, my WTSHBOOPAA demanded attention again. I don't want to feel like I'm betraying it, you know?
What about you guys? Anyone else at suicide risk because they're about to enter the National Novel Writing Month? If not, have you ever considered it?
Talk to you guys later - and sorry if I reply late, I likely won't get online until Thursday. If not, I definitely will this weekend...I think.