I was looking at the Nanowrimo site. Apparently I joined on October 11 2010. What an innocent time that was. I was just 20 days away from starting Nano and the creative writing module I was doing for my degree, with the Open University. Why innocent? Because my Mother was just 20 days away from dying of lymphoma.
That was hell. Mum newly dead and I had to go on with the module. I began the novel I wanted to write “Stone Field”, but it had changed into a story about motherhood. I was filled with an unfocused rage and could barely see beyond the edge of the paper.
This year I’m 18 days away from Nano with another novel that has motherhood at its centre. No one else that I love had better die this time. I don’t think I could survive it this time.