NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is officially underway. As I have done the past 3 years, I have signed up and committed to doing the work to write a novel (or at least log 50, 000 words within the 30 day period).
I am a writer. I write.
And yet, every year something happens when I sign up for NaNoWriMo–I choke. Or I fall in to the mode of being incredibly intimidated by 50,000 words.
That’s why the smart folks at NaNoWriMo (nanowrimo.org) break it down in to bite size chunks.
Write 1500 words a day. For 30 days. Throw some sprints in there. And some days where you do more and by simple mathematics (not common core), you will hit 50,000 words.
So…as I mentioned, I always signed up for it.
I never logged one single word. I never came up with a title. A concept. Hell, I never even uploaded a bio-pic.
This year was–IS–different. This year I fell in to a really kick ass group of writers that decided to take me in to their fold (no, it’s true…I’ll probably even get a bio on the web site soon). And through their guidance and inspiration, I have taken the plunge of doing NaNoWriMo again this year.
And guess what?
Today was Day 1 and I just updated my word counter with what I worked on today. 1,585 words. I have a novel title (inspired by a previous blog post), and a cover.
This is the year I kick NaNoWriMo’s ass. But more importantly, this is the year that I just fucking write.
Because that’s what a writer does.
And I’m a writer, by god.
The novel is called “The Treachery of Rainbows.” You might recognize the cover: