So. It’s that time of year. The Boston air has turned crisp, the sky has turned a pleasant shade of gray, and writing is in the air. It’s a mere 20 days til National Novel Writing Month begins, and the plot bunnies are starting to stir.
For those of you not in the know, NaNoWriMo is a month-long, very intense novel-writing experience shared by thousands of people around the world. The goal: to write a 50k word novel in 30 days. Yeah yeah yeah, 50k isn’t a “real” novel, anything you write that quickly probably isn’t going to be really “good,” but that’s not the point. The point is to get that shit written.
Last year was my first NaNo year, and it worked out really well for me. I mean, I was faking it (trying to write 75k in a month and a half), and I didn’t finish (big shock) but I met some absolutely amazing people, which was actually my main goal. So I count it as a win.
However. I’ve been wavering about doing NaNo this year. I really, really, really, really want to finish BY. And I’ve gotten to the point where—I believe the phrase is it’s time for me to shit or get off the pot. I either need to finish BY or pack it away. And I’m not ready to give up quite yet.
So. I’m giving myself one more month. My goal for November has nothing to do with wordcount and everything to do with finishing. I am going to attach myself to the momentum of NaNo and finish. this. novel.
Or I’m putting it away.
So. This will be my second year of “sort of but not really” doing NaNo. Feel free to cheer me on. I get the feeling I’m going to need it.