Less than four hours to go until the official start time, and I've only just now been smacked upside the head by the inspiration fairy. Moxie Sis is joining me this year, and I hear there's at least one intrepid young woman at Emma Willard (you know who you are) who has the hutzpah to take on the challenge via the Young Writer's Program. GO US! I'm full of endorphins after a day of hauling buckets of pavers off the (still) leaky roof in prep for a replacement, but I don't think the exercise fully explains the jazz hands I just spontaneously executed. Yes, jazz hands. I'm filled with cheesiness but really that excited about my basic idea. We'll see how it feels three weeks in, eh?
My posts to Mountaineer Moxie are likely to be short in November, but I do want to at least give a sense what this feels like, both to remind myself before I tackle it again in 2010 and to goose others into doing it. And hey! You can start late! Lots of folks do.... Mind you, they are generally nutters -- much like those people watching on the sidelines of a marathon who just rip off their coats and start running with the pack -- but the good news is that unlike a marathon, you don't really have to train for this. You still may puke after a couple hours, but you're not going to have a heart attack or tear your hamstring.
So what are you waiting for?! Write already!
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