Let me first applaud those of you ambitious, well-intentioned scribes dedicating themselves to the daily exercise that will conclude with 50,000 words woven into a novel for National Novel Writing Month, affectionately referred to as #NaNoWriMo on social media channels. Many of you will fall by the wayside. Some of you will repeat past performances and deliver the 50k words as expected. I fell by the wayside one year.
Maybe I’m a writer with a short attention span, so weaving my many written words into a novel would be a monumental task. I cannot even do it when I’m stuck at home for five weeks with an injury. Twitter was made for me. I haiku daily. Here’s this morning’s:
November arrives/
a wet Hawaii morning/
Bus wiper rhythms.
I write articles, I write blog entries, I write emails. I’d love to write novels. My husband thinks I can tell a tale that would have you grinning, guffawing, laughing, smiling, weeping, and hugging strangers. I’ve mastered the art of the loaded hello, the friendly hit-and-run, the elevator dash. Given the chance I’d do more.
So here’s my chance. Apparently today is also the beginning of National Blog Posting Month, or #NaBloPoMo, and the idea is to write a blog entry today. This is today’s entry. I love to blog. I love it more when you read it! And writing it everyday?
PIECE OF CAKE!
Well, we’ll see about that, won’t we?
Lavagal 
I’m way too rooted in reality to write fiction. Your novel will come when you’re mentally ready.