Perhaps you've already heard, but if not, it's important that you know: November is National Novel Writing Month. I'm choosing to celebrate by participating in the twelfth year of an annual competition to write a 50,000 word novel. I'll start tonight, and hopefully, if Thanksgiving doesn't trip me up, be penning the final words on the last day of the month.
And I won't be alone. Would-be novelists from all over the world are participating in this harebrained scheme. At the time of this writing, NaNoWriMo writers have already generated over 800,000 words! And I haven't even had my morning coffee yet...
I am not a novelist. If you don't count the posts that I share here on the Sparrow, I'm not even a writer, really. This year, though, I've decided that fact is not enough to stop me.
I'm not expecting to generate a great work of fiction. At best, I'm hoping for an extremely rough draft that will inspire me to start picking up a pen a bit more often. Mostly, I'm just hoping to survive. Sixteen hundred words a day is a lot.
I'm worried that this writing thing might eat up some of the time that I usually spend crafting or goofing around in the kitchen. I'm determined, though, to keep posting here. I hope you'll be patient with me, especially if my posts start turning into short, desperate paragraphs whining about writer's block and caffeine withdrawal.
So, yes, I have my concerns, but mostly I'm excited. This is a big endeavor, and I'm eager to get started. If your interest is piqued, it's not too late to join in. You can learn more at nanowrimo.org. If you are participating in NaNoWriMo, by all means let me know! And to the rest of you, watching from the stands, I will, no doubt, be in need of some cheerleaders, probably sometime early next week. I'll let you know...
Wish me luck, dear readers. Oh, and happy November!