Yes, you read right. Nanowrimo is short for National Novel Writing Month. It’s November. It started today. I started today. I may not be writing a novel, but I’m going to write 50,000 words of family stories, focused on my mother. 30 Days as My Mother. It’s starting out rough. I woke up with a sore throat and a cold. My husband called and one of his sons never came home to his mother’s last night. Tree trimmers showed up next door and started dropping branches into my barbeque. So I’m starting, but to say I feel rusty is an understatement. I have books of stories I’ve written, and rewritten, but now I want to write some things I can turn into a good collection, or send out for publication. I’m used to writing articles. That’s what I do. I’ve been doing it for 20 some years. Newspapers. Magazines. Internet. Newsletters. Internal corporate publications. Press releases. Writing a novel seems like a huge task, but writing individual stories is doable. So I’m doing. I plan to write two hours in the morning after yoga. Then get on with the rest of my life. I’m going to cook my mothers recipes, delve into her. Once a beautiful Iowa farm girl, life with my father did not go well and we all paid a tragic price. I know all that. What I hope to find is a bit of the woman, the girl, I never got to know. On to the notebook! If you’re part of NaNoWriMo, drop me a note!