This November, I’m trying National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). 30 days, 50,000 words – that’s about 1,667 words per day. And I am terrified.
Generally, I write short form fiction and poetry. I’ve started countless novels, but they’re all currently lying about in various stages of abandonment. I have trouble finishing what I start, and I don’t know if it’s just because I don’t plan properly, or I get bored, or I don’t do enough research. But for one reason or another, I’ve never finished a novel. And I would really, really like to.
I owe this adventure mainly to a couple of very creative friends of mine. You can check out two of their blogs here and here. The point of NaNoWriMo is not to create a brilliant masterpiece or shining work of literary genius, although I’m sure some people will. It’s more about giving you the push and support you need to just sit down and write. To end the month with a rough draft of the novel you’ve always dreamed of writing. And it might be crap – first drafts almost always are – but at least it’s there. You’ve got something to work with, and that’s further along than you were before.
I was hesitant to join at first. Hell, I’m still hesitant. I’ve known about NaNoWriMo since college, but I always made excuses as to why I couldn’t do it. Too busy, the holidays are coming up, I don’t have an idea, etc. But now I’m calling bullshit on myself. I can make time, it doesn’t matter that the holidays are coming up, and I have an idea. Everyone has an idea floating around in their head somewhere, don’t they? It’s just a matter of figuring out how to transfer it from your head to the page.
So if you’re considering NaNoWriMo, stop considering it. Do it. They give you the tools and encouragement you need to take the leap, and the occasional kick in the pants to keep you going.
You’ve got nothing to lose, and everything to gain. And if you need a final bit of convincing, consider the fact that this excerpt is from a published book:
“Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.
As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.”
Yeah. The world needs better.
It’s time to get our NoWri on.