My brothers are much healthier than I am. I think they had at least one trusted adult, and Mom never interacted with them the way she interacts with me. She was never physically violent with them. She never seemed embarrassed by them or had extreme anger toward them. They had a very different childhood to mine.
That’s what I have thought in years past. And I never signed up. This year, I changed my thinking. Instead of trying to complete a novel during the month of November, a task I still find daunting, I am using the daily word count to build a consistent routine. Every weekday morning, from 6 toContinue reading “Is NaNoWriMo Just a Set up For Failure?”