I made the stupid decision to participate in NaNoWriMo a month or two ago. I’m a first-time participant. I don’t know why I decided it. It mostly had to do with Jennifer Randolph. She said something that resonated with me while we were discussing something on her blog post, Subscribing Saves the Day (Again). “…I think after years of hiding under my blankets on November 1st it is time to stop pretending to be a novelist and WRITE. Besides, if it turns out to be a flop then I can work on perfecting some other undiscovered talent.”
It got me to thinking. Most writers participate in it, why can’t I at least give it a try? I usually write around 1,000 words a day how much more is 700. If you can’t already tell, I’m not very good at math.
So, I had the brilliant idea to try my hand at outlining – again. Why I thought it would work out this time, I dunno. Stupidity, lack of sleep, being busy and therefore not using my brain?
Outlining has NEVER been my thing. I can’t do it. I CAN do it if I put my mind to it, but I find that having a general idea and pantsing my way through a novel works best. You can read more about that in my post about being a Plotting-Pantser.
I’m kind of apprehensive to leave my vampire/werewolf novel though. I love it. Seriously. I’m in love with one of my main characters, Milo. He’s a hunk. ;) What was the point? Oh yes, apprehension about leaving my WIP. I’m afraid that love will fade and I won’t be able to go back to it with my current zeal, but it could also make me miss them so much it furthers my writing. It can go one of two ways. I’m hoping for the latter.
I swear I had another point I was supposed to enter here…
I’m also beginning to rethink my decision. Do you know all that I have going on in November? Well, obviously you don’t. But, I have a Launch Party to participate in, the second youngest niece’s birthday is the third, Thanksgiving, my mom’s birthday, Black Friday, slopping the hogs, feeding the cows… We all know the last two are, as Tamara Paulin says, “Bulldoodle!” Let’s make that the last three. I HATE Black Friday. I’d rather pay full price than deal with crazed moms who know how to wield a knife and shoot a gun (This is the South I live in after all.) trying to find the best deal on electronics and lala loopsy dolls.
Excuses! I know. They are. I, mean, being a writer means sucking it up and writing through everything you have going on. Shoot, as adults we all know what that means. It doesn’t just pertain to writing. Excuses are excuses no matter what they are and no matter your profession. I’m just being whiney*.
So here’s me sucking it up and coming out from underneath the blanket to be an actual NOVELIST. (Thanks, Jen!)
For all of you procrastinators… I mean, authors preparing for NaNoWriMo, how’s it going for you?
*Oh, and you can probably expect more whiney-baby posts come November. Something along the lines of “WHY NANOWRIMO? WHY?” or something more affectionately titled, “YOU IDIOT. WHAT WERE YOU THINKIN’!”