So, yeah. As I'm sure I mentioned previously, I'm doing NaNoWriMo again this year. Last year I died off right around day two. Hey, on days three and four, I was moving from one state back to another...I was a little busy, okay?
This year, however, my motto is "No Excuses."* Nothing is gonna stop me from winning this year. I have a great, fun little novel all lined up. I have multiple friends in the area who are joining me for the 30 Days of Crazy. I'm only working part time. And I'm not moving. From the keyboard. Until 12:01 on December 1.
I'm nervous as hell, though. Excited, yes. Itching to write, yes. Thrilled to have friends participating, yes. Nervous? BIG FAT YES. I mean, 50k in 30 days? Really? Are they kidding? I can't do that! It took me eight months (give or take a few, what with the indecision and other books I was working on) to write my last novel! And that clocked in at about 60k!
But then the little voice kicks in--the one I rarely listen to, because it's so quiet and tinny, sounds like it's coming from the other end of a long tunnel--and it says, "You can do this. The pressure will be good for you. The deadline will be good for you. And it'll be fun as hell."
You think I should listen? Yeah. I think I should listen.
FIVE DAYS, PEOPLE!
*I think that was also the motto of a jeans company at some point in time. Really, what kind of tagline is that for denim wear? "There is no excuse for why your butt looks big in these jeans." "There is no excuse for our refusal to size jeans like men's pants, so that you don't spend three hours just trying to find a pair that fits." No excuses, indeed.
If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then possibly what you are doing isn't very vital. If you don't feel like you are writing somewhat over your head, why do it? If you don't have some doubt of your authority to tell this story, then you are not trying to tell enough. --John Irving