Yes. Yes, I did. I signed up for NaNoWriMo.
No, I don’t think I am going to get a book out of it.
No, I don’t think it makes me a writer.
Yes, it seems a bit hokey.
Yes, I feel a little silly.
Yes, I’m sure the very idea of a project like this has Flannery O’Connor spinning in her grave.
Probably, I have lost my mind, as I couldn’t manage to keep up the blog but somehow believe I can commit to writing 50,000 words (a little less than 1700 words a day) in one month and blog and do my full-time job.
But it occurred to me: I spend a lot of time thinking about writing and very little time actually writing (well, fiction anyway). And I saw this quote “One of Nanowrimo’s many benefits is that it prepares you for a steady, productive writing life, and reinforces the fact that doing some writing every day will eventually produce a novel” on this blog (after following a link from another blog), and it really resonated with me. I have a steady writing life in terms of work–I spend day after day writing case studies for a Major Software company, after all–but I have never successfully transferred that work ethic over to writing fiction. And any writer who isn’t feeding you a line of crap about inspiration and genius will tell you, it’s 90 percent about the work, at least in producing a draft.
So, feeling very “now or never,” I signed up.
Now I just have to decide what to write about. I have a week. That’s plenty of time, right? I have a few ideas, actually, but I’m just not sure about them. I’ve been carrying them around a long time, and in that time, my tastes as a reader have changed somewhat. I’ve got a bit of thinking to do…