I like to think of myself as (somekind) of a writer but I’ve never participated. I owe myself an explanation but I can’t think of one. When November rolls around and I begin seeing NaNoWriMo prompts here and there I usually ask myself this question: who’d read it? The answer I give myself is “probably no one.” I guess that’s an explanation, a crappy one but it is what it is.
I have a degree in English Creative Writing Nonfiction. Shouldn’t I be writing something somewhere for someone? Shouldn’t I at least be doing that NaNoWriMo thing? Nah, nobody would read it!
I may not be a very productive writer but at least I’ve made one photo a day for the past 311 days. Project365 began on January 1 and I elected to participate. Photographs tell a story, don’t they? I think they can, it might not be novel length, but it’s still a story.