Every October for the last ten years or so, I’ve huddled at my computer, on writer boards, listening in as my writer peeps talked about their preparations for National Novel Writing Month. And I’ve thought, “I should do that. But I already have this book started, and that’s cheating if it’s not starting from scratch like they say, and I have a day job/am pregnant/have an infant/have an infant and a toddler/have an infant and a toddler and a preschooler, and I’ll feel like a total loser if I don’t finish a book in thirty days. Plus, THANKSGIVING!! Who can do fifty thousand words when we have like an entire ten days devoted to eating turkey?!”
So every November for the last ten years or so, on November first, I’ve been all, “Good luck, guys! You can do it!! NaNo the heck out of your books!”
But I’ve never committed to doing NaNo myself.
This year, however, I’m NaNo-ing the heck out of NaNoWriMo. (And I give full credit to my Romance on the Rocks peeps!! Starting the month with writing sprints was awesome!) Except… I didn’t register on the official NaNoWriMo site. On purpose. See, I have this weird combination of a competitive nature warring with a few little superstitions, and I’m horribly afraid that actually registering for NaNo would kill my writing mojo, plus make me feel like a loser if I didn’t get the little badge. Also, I still feel like a cheater, since all my words aren’t on a new project.
But all that said… it’s a huge rush to know that I can write this many words in a single month. And writing this many words makes me want to write more words. And that’s what it’s really all about, right? Getting those words on the page.
So that’s what I’m doing this week. Getting the story told. One word at a time. And I’m loving the ride!