This morning I wrote a beginning. For years I’ve wanted to explore my college friendships, the ones that began the first day of freshman orientation in 1984 and continue through today. I started with a scene from freshman orientation at Wooster, with the girls in my campus house sitting in circle being told by our RA that we were now WOMEN and should no longer call ourselves or each other GIRLS. The term GIRLS, as of that day, no longer applied, we were told, and I remember thinking it very silly because if there ever was a day I felt like a little girl, it was that first day of my life living away from home. I wrote about my friend, Heather, whose birthday it was, and who shared birthday cake or cupcakes or some kind of treat with a houseful of potential friends. I wrote how Heather came to college with a collection of brand new monogrammed wooden hangers. As I always do with nanowrimo, the story becomes autobiographical, at least in the desire, feelings and motivations of my my main character. It’s my go-to way of generating lots of words in a very short time, but every year I sincerely want to make what I write a little deeper and more developed. We’ll see what happens. In the meantime, my prologue starts with a gang of young women (old girls?) meeting on the first day of college. After that, I’m really not sure, but at least it’s a start, and I desperately needed to start.