Why am I doing this, anyway?

My husband does National Novel Writing Month where the participants write a novel in a month.  And though it wouldn't seem like writing 50,000 words in a month would be a liberating thing, it is.  The sheer number of words he has to write overwhelms his inner critic.  All editing comes later, and there is no time for second-guessing -- giving him the freedom to just write. Sure, there will be bad writing, but there will be good writing, too, and most importantly, there is writing itself.  That kind of creative liberation is something I crave, and I'll admit, I am a wee bit jealous of him.

I initially planned to do the novel-in-a-month myself.  The thing is, I'm not a story person.  I love to read them, but writing is not my creative forte.  I'm much more a visual kind of person.  I got to thinking -- how can I set myself up for the same type of challenge and creative liberation, only using a visual, rather than written medium?  So as I was brainstorming one day, the thought that a picture is supposed to be worth a thousand words drifted through my brain.  And if the NaNo writers write 50 thousand words, wouldn't that mean that painting 50 pictures would make for the same kind of challenge?

Thus, 50 paintings in one month was born.  Wish me luck.