So the time has come. It’s finally National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) in T-minus a few hours and I’ve been anxiously anticipating its arrival.
I only discovered this latest writing epidemic a few years back when I was too crazy over my senior comprehensive to really give it the time and dedication that it truly deserved. But now I’m pulling up my boot straps and hitting the road with this writing challenge. So starting tomorrow, I’m probably going to be a sobbing mess.
Until then though, I have a very sad abundance of ego that’s telling me that the challenge will be easy squeezy. Oh, how I mourn for my future self.
Anyways, the story idea I’ll be focusing on is actually one that I came up with during my senior comp – something I didn’t realize until just now. Wow, talk about full circle, eh? Well, regardless, this idea has been simmering in the background for some time and in the last month or so, I’ve been trying to nail down some major plot points. Which, as any writer out there can attest, is not easy when you finally sit your big arse down to work.
Needless to say, I only have about seven chapters worth of plot to go on, but I kind of feel like that’s enough. Every time I try to further it in my mind, I’m stuck hitting a wall. And it’s gotten to the point that I’m too afraid not to write. I’m too afraid that it’ll wind up like so many other story ideas that I’ve had, where I’ve taken my sweet time in actually writing them, that even though the sparkle is still there – my priority for them has dwindled down to pretty much nadda.
But I can’t let that happen with this one. It’s too good (at least to me). Other people might think it’s toilet worthy but I’m eager to see the finished project. So it seems that for the first time in my life, my fear of not writing a story is more powerful than my fear of writing itself.
So here I am, listening to the clicking of my computer keys. Hoping that my creative energy that’s going towards writing this blog post won’t in any way inhibit me or take away from my creative writing energy for tomorrow.
Yes, my logic is that pathetic.
Hopefully in a month’s time, I can say I have 50,000 words written of my novel. I doubt it (my book) will only be 50,000 words, so I have no delusions of finishing it in a month, but I’m still excited to have that big chunk done and over with. In the mean time I’ll have to brace for that turkey holiday that is bound to cause a distraction and my recent taking-on of a larger work load at my new job. I guess I’ll just have to be the boss and somehow manage NaNoWriMo, holidays, real world job, and all that other oh-so-good stuff.
But that’s all in the average day of an unpublished writer… right?