I’m doing it. I’ve thought about it since my good friend Rachel suggested it back in July. I signed up, I have some plot ideas, I’m buying a book tonight, I’m probably crazy but… I’m writing a novel next month.
As of today I’m an official participant in NaNoWriMo aka National Novel Writing Month. The purpose, since 1999 is to write a complete novel, whether it be crap or not, of 50,000 words by November 30th and win. Win what? The Grand Prize? Vacation for Two? Toaster Oven? No you win what I like to call at life. Writing a novel has been a crazy pipe dream of mine since high school and I wanted to move on from angsty poetry. And NaNoWriMo’s mission fits with my needs, dedicating time to simply writing. As they say quantity, not quality counts. I need to do this, I need to break the mantra down that I could do this if I…blah blah blah. No excuses I’m telling myself. I’m doing this. I might start believing myself soon but I’m writing a novel next month. It will be crap and I will share with you all, and I might throw up and chicken out of the whole thing but it’s happening.
Not sure how this is going to effect my 100 books in a year challenge. I just hit 77 so I’ll be in good shape if I take a month off. I’ll just end the year strong with a string of kids and romance novels.
If you would like to join me in madness my id is akmargie. We’ll be writing buddies. In insanity.