Yes, another NaNoWriMo post. If you’d like to ignore it, be my guest, I just need to get this off my chest.
Why do I write? There are a lot of reasons, I’m just not sure of all of them. I started young, grade seven or so, when I started writing stories. I think it was to combat the fact that I was in my seventh school in seven years. My father worked on the railway and I moved around a lot so I never had a consistent set of friends. Books were my source of entertainment and the characters in those books friends. Continue reading “NaNoWriMo Time – Part 2”