National Novel Writing Month is one week away and I’m being a chicken.
I’m consciously setting myself up for failure by not planning. I’m a writer, yes. But I have only the barest of ideas of how a novel is written. I know it involves back pain, sandwiches and whinging to someone who has begun questioning their pledge of ’til death do you part.
Allegedly you can plan a story with relatable characters and engaging setbacks and effortlessly descriptive scenes. That’s what I had meant to spent this past month doing.
But then I realized that if I do the pre-planning poorly enough, I can just quit before I even start writing and skip on that failure stuff, right?
That’s the sort of thinking that snowballs and leads to mid-life crisis me, wondering why I didn’t bother with all those intriguing but effortful opportunities all those years ago. And since I’m planning on all my future crises being easily solved by a kale smoothie and a hair appointment, I can’t let that happen.
So here is why I am going to give NaNoWriMo a shot, and make it the kind of shot that has some effort behind it. My slingshot:
- I want to challenge myself creatively in a coliseum that has rules. I’m good with rules (the non-bendy sort)
- I want to finish a project, particularly one with a medium-sized deadline
- I want to spend more time writing (especially: I want to break the habit of saying “I should write” instead of just writing)
With that, I’ll take a stab at writing 50,000 words in November. Let me know if you want to read it. I’m great with peer pressure!