It officially starts today: NaNoWriMo
Yes, National Novel Writing Month. The month when hundreds of thousand of folks commit themselves to writing a 50,000 word novel in a month.
1,667 words a day. They don’t have to be good words, just words. Editing is done later (question, when is NaNoEdiMo?) The idea is to just free write and get past the blocks that stop us from writing.
I’ve decided not to participate. Yes, I’ve looked closely at the menu of creative choices I have and decided not to do this one. There are lots of reasons. First it would take me two to three hours to write that many words. That much extra writing a day would send my arm into terminal tendonitis.
I can just see the look on my doctor’s face while asking me, “You did what?”
Another reason is, that’s not how I work. I tend to think a lot about what I am going to write before I get to the keyboard so I’d really need six hours a day to complete 1,667 words. Three hours to think and three hours to write that all down.
It’s a bit like me seeing broccoli on the menu. There is really no reason to even consider it. I’ll say it again, “I hate broccoli.” It tastes horrible. I don’t care if it can cure every disease known to humanity. It tastes awful and I won’t eat it, so I don’t waste time ordering.
Okay, NaNoWriMo isn’t as bad as broccoli. It’s more like zucchini. I like zucchini, really. Put it on my plate and I’ll eat it. Now, I won’t order a large plate of it, but I’ll enjoy a couple of spoonfuls. Three, if it’s Heather serving my plate.
Last week I mentioned tuna melts and hinted that I order them a lot. Turns out I really like a good tuna melt. Sure there are other things I on the menu, but sometimes the tried and true is the correct path.
And that’s why I know what I’ll be doing with my writing time this month and why it’s not time to start something new or change directions. I have a poetry collection to finish, a novel work on and poor Miguel is still on that little boat.
So yes, I am ready to order. Ice tea, a tuna melt with a side of coleslaw.
Till next week,
Andrew