I’ve known about it for 3 years. Each year I seriously considered doing it - circling around, buying things — books, computer programs, pens, fancy journals — and each year, I successfully managed to talk myself out of it.
Last year, one of my high school classmates notified peeps on facebook that, even though she wasn’t a writer, was going to do it. A few months later, she posted that she’d sold her manuscript.
This year, fuck it. Imma NaNoWriMo all up in this bitch.
