I am crazy. There's no other explanation. I have committed myself to attempting NaNoWriMo this year. Like today! How did I get myself into this? Short answer: I signed up. Long answer: a bit more of a journey. I always have tons of ideas floating in my head. As a child, I used to tell myself stories to fall asleep. I told stories to my dolls, my dog, any and all toys. I was constantly retelling stories I heard and making up a few of my own. I loved it. And then I grew up. Writing and story telling become a thing of the past. When I taught history, I loved telling the stories of history. I loved giving some exposition, describing characters, creating a conflict, and sometimes pointing out a conclusion. History of full of stories and I loved each and every one of them. Unfortunately, I am not teaching anymore. I don't have a good outlet for my storytelling. So I told myself I was going to start writing more. It started with this blog. I began to document my life, my reading, and my stories. I have failed at the story aspect. I've written only a few fiction pieces. But the stories persist.

And so, I signed myself up to complete NaNoWriMo. I have a short story "The Place That Bordered Death" that I wrote for a creative writing class in college. I've always loved that story and think there's more than a few pages in there. I'm going to attempt to expand the story. The core of the story will stay the same, but I will be adding characters, scenes, flashbacks, descriptions to try and fill it out.

I might be absolutely off my rocker, but I'm going to try and do it. Fellow NaNoWriMo participants come find me. My username is TFrances.