Posted in Micro Fables, Poetry

NaNoWriMo Participation

Grew up I, not just reading, but creating fictional stories.

But am I a writer? Hell no. The title is too overwhelming.

Procrastination, perfection and excuses were always at my service.

To those I knew to write, I showed envy not emulation.

For years 9, I did sit on a novel idea. My perfect book!

Grows time older, work harder and routine more mundane.

Need to be a writer grows to passion, come October 2017,

Decision is made; NaNoWriMo is my gateway to life.

No preparations done, its exciting as I indulge to write 50000 words.

Support groups and new friends found who embark upon this journey together.

Come November, I set up a daily early morning ritual,

A totem, a laptop, hordes of paper and pens and I begin.

Challenging 1667 daily word count is,

But Perseverance and habit, I know, will get me to my goal.

Tiny sprints of writing creative every morning is now my lifetime ambition.

So now I ask myself again. Am I a writer? Bloody hell yes!

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