Well, not so secret, I guess. I mean, anyone who writes a blog probably has the same secret: I have literary ambitions.
I was reminded that, in addition to being NaBloPoMo, it's also NaNoWriMo. And if I'm going to participate in THAT, well, I'm WAAAAAY behind.
I think I write fairly well. I like to read, and I know what kind of stories I like. And I think I can, given time and opportunity, write one that's a good enough story, written well enough, that it might actually amount to something.
Yes, I'm about to commit "Attempted Novel." It's an idea I had some time ago for a science fiction novel that contains the ever-so-slightest bit of ripped-from-my-life truth. And by "slightest" I really mean that. This isn't one of those thinly disguised autobiographies that turns me into a great hero or something. Just one or two things that happened to me, that I thought would be interesting to explore on a grander scale.
The NaNoWriMo challenge is 50,000 words in 30 days, which is just about 1666 words a day. There's no way I'm going to get 21,000 words written by the end of tomorrow, but I had a day off today, so I sat down and got 1700 written. And I have another day off tomorrow. If I can sit down and get another 1700 words in, who knows? Maybe I'll actually finish it...someday.