Almost eleven years ago, I created an account on NaNoWriMo.
I can remember how excited I was when I found the website. If you’re not a writer and you haven’t heard of it, it stands for National Novel Writing Month and is, in my opinion, one of the best things to have come out of the internet.
In a nutshell, you sign up to write 50,000 words in the month of November. But it’s not just about the word count. NaNoWriMo asks that you create a fully realized story. One with a beginning, a middle and an end. If you treat it right, it’s basically one of the most grueling writing bootcamps out there. Not that it makes you into a good writer, per se, but it makes you produce. In the end, if you don’t write, it doesn’t matter how pretty your words are.
With all that said, I’m embarrassed that I’ve never “won”, despite a handful of attempts. That is, I’ve never written 50,000 words in the span of a month. I’m a slow writer, and even though I was always excited to participate in NaNoWriMo, I got discouraged when I didn’t like what I was writing. My lifetime NaNoWriMo word count is just over 15,000 (I’ve formally attempted it twice). My actual lifetime word count is way, way higher than that, but seeing that little number on the NaNoWriMo dashboard makes me forget that tiny detail. Instead, it makes me feel competitive. I want to crush that little number under the weight of thousands and thousands of words.
And so, because there’s no one I like competing with more than myself, I decided this will be the year. Since I’m no longer fourteen and am much better at pushing myself through a draft even when it’s a giant stinking pile of poo (see: The Lost Royals, draft 1), I’m going to go for the 50K. I’m taking an idea that I’ve already done a solid amount of pre-writing for, and it’s tentatively titled The Tower. It’s a story about a young woman who escapes a doomed fate as a sacrifice to a mysterious creature only to have it follow her into the streets of London and beyond. The time I’ll be spending on this means I’ll be putting my main project on hold for the month, but I think I need that. I’m at a point in the middle of my second draft of TLR that’s hard to wade through, and the solidity and encouragement that would come from finishing another manuscript is probably what the doctor would order if there was a doctor especially for writers (is that what shrinks are for?).
I’ll be updating my progress on my blog throughout the month. But first, I need to stock up on coffee.