I was particularly excited for NaNoWriMo last year. I had recently moved, and in this time of transition from hectic city life to the quiet green of my hometown, I decided that I would dedicate myself to writing full time. I knew that attempting the NaNoWriMo hurdle once more, and this time finally winning, would be a great way to catapult myself to official authorship.
While I mentally mapped my noveling adventure I also visited doctors' offices throughout September and October. Whenever a needle appeared I focused on the details of the bookstore where I imagined my main character working, and as a series of cold hands checked my throat, I plotted a potential meet-cute.
Halfway through October I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer.
It felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me, and my hopes of obtaining my NaNoWriMo winner status went with it when they scheduled my thyroidectomy for mid-November.
It would have been all too easy to say to myself, “That’s ok, if …