That’s right, if you haven’t heard, I decided to attempt the nearly impossible this month. After hearing about National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) for the past couple years, and seeing friends participate I’m finally swallowing my fears and giving it a try. What is NaNoWriMo, you ask? Basically, it’s a month-long salute each November to every crazy out there who’s ever entertained the idea of writing a novel, but needs some fire under their ass to make it happen. You’ve got to write 50,000 words in the month in order to be granted success. In a month! Yeah, never done anything like this before. It’s been a wild ride so far, and I’m only 6 days in.
Why have I been afraid to do this? Mainly I’m afraid of failing. I’ve been afraid that after telling everyone what I’m attempting to do, that I’d fall on my face and have to eat my words (haha, get it?). But something changed this year.
Maybe I just don’t care anymore if I fail.
Maybe my desperation to write something – anything – has reached a peak and I can’t say no any longer. Not sure exactly, but all I know is it’s going to be one sleep-deprived, highly caffeinated month, and I’m not sure what shape I’ll be in on December 1st (note: doing this while still studying Turkish 30 hours a week and other work-related responsibilities!). I do know I’ll be satisfied, that the gnawing hunger to get my story out will be somewhat satiated. Or maybe my appetite will just be whetted for more. That remains to be seen.
Oh, so you want to know what my story is about? Sorry, but that’s for me to know for now….and my lovely housemate, Jill, because let’s face it, she ain’t getting through this month unscathed either (sorry, Jill!), so the least I can do is let her come along for the ride. 😉