as nanowrimo season rolls around i would like to remind all hs students/minors that the young writer’s program exists and allows people under 18 to set their own word count when participating in nano this november.

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as nanowrimo season rolls around i would like to remind all hs students/minors that the young writer’s program exists and allows people under 18 to set their own word count when participating in nano this november.
Don't go down the darker path, Wrimos. Every word you delete, every font you change, and every link you click will bring you closer to my hopeless state. Even when devoid of inspiration, keep writing seemingly dumb, uninspired words until November's up. Then read them, and you may discover that they're more inspired than you originally thought.
OMG, a Middle School student wrote this Pep Talk and he's brilliant!
I will read any book that he finishes with pleasure. Write on, Tai!
Nanowrimo (by jmmcgoogan0)
So, I did NaNoWriMo last year, and it' probably been one of the best decisions I ever made. And the other night I had a dream, which could be an awesome story to write, and started on that Oct 31. But I want to write this other story that I've been planning since like April.
So, I don't know what to do, at the moment I'm using one for NaNoWriMo and one for young writer's program. But that's going to kill me to write two stories in one month, and not fail WACE right? Help please please please?
Anyone who wants to add me, go ahead: http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/participants/fairytaleending
Let's all be writing bros and all that jazz. Because we will all need someone to cry at hysterically around November 20th.
by ~Bumbledore
Strange, for her to be cold on a day like this. Wind that was not there rattled her bones, carrying away whatever warmth she had held there. The feelings did not belong. She pushed aside the unease. Of course she belonged here, amidst the laughter of her grandchildren as they romped under the midsummer's sun. An old Vogue balanced on her knee, its colourful pictures vying for her attention. She ignored them, instead reaching for her husband's hand and giving a smile, too rare these days, at the antics of the children. He returned the gesture as he stood, detaching himself from her. Don't let go, something said inside of her. "I
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I'm going through the Dare Machine on the Young Writer's Program page with Lindsay.
These things are amazing. They've given us so many good ideas!
But this one, oh my.
We dare you to end your novel with: "And that's how I met your mother."