I like writing (hence the blog). I like writing fiction. But I am so bad at finishing my stories. I am a total flibberty gibbit (how does one spell that) - all attentive at the start then gradually fizzling away before abandoning the project for something else. So, I have decided to sign up for NaNoWriMo - figuring even if it ends up like my last exercise plan I am bound to make more progress than before. And - much like my last exercise plan, I'm the only loser if I don't comply. (Or non-loser in the case of exercise).
Of course if I actually do finish then I would have to decide what to do with the bundle of words. I don't really dream of chucking it all to become a writer, or not any more often than I dream of winning the lottery. But, before I even begin to ponder all of these possibilities I would have to, you know, finish.