I’ve known about National Novel Writing Month for a while. But there was always something that kept me from participating. Not this time, though. I’ve literally just signed up. I feel utterly unprepared.
I have a few ideas floating around that I want to work on, I have yet to pick the one I’m going to go for during NaNoWriMo. I’ll use this weekend to get that sorted. November is already scarily close. Add to that the fact that I am going to be an entire weekend in Barcelona and potentially another one in Oxford.
Luckily I have my laptop to travel with me and I’ll lug it anywhere, if I must.
The word count to aim for is 50,000. Over 30 days that averages to 1,666 words to write per day. I can write more words than that in a day, and certainly manage to write that in an evening after my day job. But it’s not just a matter of writing words. It would be quite nice, if there are characters, a plot, twists maybe, a structure and development that allows me to call the end result on the 30th of November an actual first draft, or at least the beginning of something.
Yes, and more than I am daunted.
I could potter along forever without forcing myself to sit down and do the hard work. Even though that is what I actually want to do. Sit down and write, every single day. But this gives me a bit more of a push, maybe exactly what I need.
The whole concept is just a little bit insane, especially when you have a day job. But I do have the time to write every single day. I expect that I’ll be rather tired by the end of next month, though, and I expect that I will be dreaming an awful lot about the novel that I will be writing during that time. I expect that my day job may suffer at least ever so slightly what with me running around like a sleepwalker.
The next few days are all about preparation, especially this weekend.
Let’s see if I have also time to write for my little blog every now and then.
This should be interesting.