It’s time to come clean and confess.
I’ve wanted to be a writer my whole life. I spent my childhood adulthood devouring book after book after book. I dreamed up worlds and characters and stories and conflict. In college, I took a few creative writing classes, but I told myself that I wouldn’t be able to make it, so I focused on technical writing. My passion for reading dissipated in the face of book assignments for classes. As an adult, I discovered that, while I could write a damn fine user manual, the process was bone achingly dull.
Still, writing books was in the back of my head, and my husband would remind me sometimes when we were both feeling glum. “Hey, hurry up and write that book, so we can buy a house by the beach.” No amount of explaining to him has convinced him that this is not how writing works, but that’s another story.
A few years ago, I noticed something popping into my blog and facebook feeds. What is this NaNoWriMo thing? National Novel Writing Month? It annoyed me. Here were people doing what I had longed to do. I felt a twinge of resentment. I told myself that things had changed and my priorities had shifted and that I was okay with that. I made excuses about why this thing with the annoying name that got stuck in my head was definitely not for me.
I was busy, alright? I had one kid. Then another. I was writing a blog. I was reaching out and helping other people. I was doing a service. And darnit, I had a full time job, okay? Didn’t I have enough on my plate already? I didn’t have time for anything else. So I ignored it. Except when I rolled my eyes when I saw that silly word pop up in one of my feeds.
Then I met a friend who reminded me how much fun it is to read. I started picking up books at the library. She showed me how to check out e-books from our local library. My imagination started working again.
A few months later, I joined the Writing 101 program that wordpress put on with the idea of helping me get a jump start. At first, I was turned off by the assignments. This felt a little more like creative writing than blog writing. Who wants to read that? But I had signed up for it, so I went ahead and gave the assignments a try.
I discovered that I had forgotten how much fun it is to just… write! And read! I found other bloggers who were having just as much fun as I was!
Then I remembered that NaNoWriMo thing, and the book that had been pouting around in my brain since college gave its bedroom door a good hard kick.
So I’m hear to announce that this year, I’m going to be participating in NaNoWriMo. In the month of November, you won’t see many post from me. I will be working furiously on my book. I will be trying to get down 50,000 words in 30 days. I keep telling myself over and over that that’s just 1667 words per day, the equivalent of just 2 and a little more blog posts. That’s not so bad, right? Will I create a polished novel at the end? No. The goal is just to write a first draft. Get it out. Get it on paper.
So that is my goal. I’m telling you all here, right now, so that I can hold myself accountable. Sometimes I need a kick in the pants and a deadline hanging over my neck, so that is what this post is.
Is anyone else doing NaNo this year? What got you started?
Featured image courtesy of the NaNoWriMo website