In thirteen days, you may need to call the men in the white coats and have them take me away. Why? Because that I when I will begin participating in one of the craziest writing ventures ever conceived. I will throw my notebook into the ring on November 1st and join several million people in National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo for short). I will spend thirty days working frantically toward a 50,000 word novel, just to see if I can do it. Hopefully, I will attain something at least close to the goal. There is no prize at the end, no publishing contract or riches beyond your wildest dreams. Just the pride that comes with knowing you’ve done the impossible.
How can I possibly write a decent novel in a month? Well, the truth is, I can’t. Nobody can, but that’s not the point of Nanowrimo. The point is to abandon all notions of what you think novel writing should be and just write. Get those random thoughts down regardless of what they sound like and who knows? You might find you have a better story in the works than you thought you would. A first draft has to start somewhere.
With the impending holidays and our seventh round of invitro coming up, this is a completely insane and quite possibly asinine undertaking. Fortunately, I have had three novel ideas in mind for some time now. I’ve decided which one to write and can outline and research prior to the kickoff, so I should be in good shape. I see this as a way to kick my internal editor, the one that always keeps me from spontaneously writing, to the curb. Football season ends November 19th, and my husband has promised me he will write ten pages a day on his current screenplay until he finishes it, or until December 19th, whichever comes first as a sign of solidarity. We have always made a great team when it comes to writing, and I may have to lean on him to help me out of any Nanowrimo-induced ruts I may find myself in. Only time will tell how successful I’ll be. Maybe I’ll be on the way to a successful story; perhaps on November 30th, I’ll say I’ve written the single worst novel in the history of bad novels. At least I’ll be able to say I tried. I’ll be able to say I went for it with reckless abandon and perhaps that is the true purpose of Nanowrimo.