While climbing up the stairwell in my apartment building the other day, I realized for the first time two things simultaneously. That it was 

November

and that people were doing 

NaNoWriMo

. Then I remembered how far 

drewb

was getting in on his current story and it made me smile.

I remember when I first tried to do National Novel Writing Month, I took myself way too seriously. I treated it like ride or die, like I had to write this novel and that somehow somebody would see it and tell me how much of a genius I was. 

Of course I ended up writing complete garbage and nobody told me that. But here I am almost ten years later and I'm still writing. Not writing a consistent story right now but the the single sketches I write about 5 times a week feel like great line drives to me. I feel my capacity building, like my storytelling muscles are strengthening.

Watching someone stick with a story past the double digits really does two things for me. Inspires me to submit a short for publication by the end of this year. And the feeling that, ah i can do that too, but in a good way. I guess that's what inspiration is?