Yesterday began the month known as “NaNoWriMo.” Anyone who has delved into the world of novel writing knows that this means “National Novel Writing Month”.
The idea is to, however sloppily, write an entire novel in the month of November.
Yes, you heard me…an entire novel in one month.
And the funny thing is, people actually do it.
Yes, they are aware that Thanksgiving is this month. And Christmas is next month.
Yes, they have jobs. And families. And doctors’ appointments. And houses to clean. And meals to cook. And friendships to nurture.
But they also have writing goals. These are things that are important to them. And they are willing to go full force, pedal to the metal in order to meet this goal this month.
For the past three years, I have wanted to take part in this event. But there is always something stopping me.
I usually blame the time constraints of having a big family, a husband whose job requires a lot of time and volunteering on my part, and any other detail of life on which I can hang my convenient little excuses.
But it’s really that I am afraid.
What if I don’t have what it takes? What if I’m no good? What if I spend all this time writing a novel and it is junk (or I think it is good, but everyone else thinks it is junk?)
Well, then, if I let that stop me, then I am going to be no better off next year than I am now…in fact I will be worse.
I have missed the first day of NaNoWriMo, 2014. But there are 29 days left. And so, I am going to quit blogging (for today) and open up a Word document and go for it.
Wish me luck!