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Ghouls, Goblins and Countdown to NaNoWriMo 3

I sat down to write a note about my preparations for NaNoWriMo year 3 and I suddenly became aware that it has almost been a full year since I added a post. Funny how life gets in the way sometimes. This year has not been the easiest, but as each day passes I revel in the fact that I am one day closer to moving on, moving past, going forward or whatever the appropriate terminology is. This year has been a lesson in self-discovery, loss, fear and triumph. I have come to the full realization that I am no longer happy in the job that I am working and I am hoping that this discontent will fuel my passion to become a published author.

With that goal in mind, my efforts post-nano will be doubly focused on making that dream a reality. By this time next year, I would like to be able to post a substantial number of submissions that I have made. It is time for me to step up from just writing to actually submitting. My chances of becoming published will only improve if I get my work out there, otherwise my dream will always be just that-- a dream.

NaNo this year will be a challenge. I've not prepared a typical plotline, in fact, I couldn't really come up with one at all until about 2 weeks ago. And the one I'm choosing to go with is such a haphazard conglommeration, that I'm not sure it will carry me to the end of November. It seems like everything for this story came to me backwards. I came up with the title first: "Requiem: A Descent into Madness & other disturbing haunts" which then gave me the idea for the shorts to include, which then gave me the idea for the main character/narrator, who happens to share his name with the collection of shorts-- Requiem. Tell me how this is supposed to inspire me to complete the arduous task of composing 50,000 words in 30 days?

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