In eighth grade, my creative writing teacher introduced me to NaNoWriMo. I was thirteen at the time. NaNo was a way to express myself and to let some of the stories out of my head. Did I do well? Nope! If I remember right, I didn’t even make it halfway. I didn’t do NaNo the … Continue reading What I hope for out of NaNoWriMo
i. This space is not mineWhite walls with empty tablesBut I could grow here ii. Time turned into yearsSpinning faster than its lightI couldn't stop and pause iii. The sun came aroundAsking if I had seen youI sighed at white walls Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
It doesn't matter how long it takes you to get there. Just the fact that you get there is worth it.