It’s October 24. I’m deep into the nitzley edits for Little Rooms and wondering if I should plunge into NaNoWriMo come November 1. If I commit, what promises will I have made?
1. That I will write a complete story of 50,000 words by midnight, November 30, 2010.
2. That I will have time for nothing else, including trips to the toilet and giving attention to my friends and family.
3. That I will spend an entire month with my shoulders up to my ears.
4. That I will purchase and utilize all the wine I can get my hands on (when they’re not typing)!
Okay, I’ll stop. NaNoWriMo is not so bad. I tried it last year, but when my agent called and offered to represent me on November 1, I got a little sidetracked. Besides, my story concept for 2009 was so damned depressing I couldn’t face it night after night. Kind of like an annoying person who lusts after you.
This year, my introverted and dazzling-damned-good-writer-friend, Sheila Redling, has piqued my interest in the good ol’ NaNo. She’s already plotting and plurping and all those “p” words. A real inspiration. I want to be right there with her and all of the participants, writing like a silly Forest Gump fool. I want to complain about finger cramps and arms that haven’t been lifted from the keyboard since November 1. I tingle at the thought of having something to show for my mental deviance by December 1. And I just like to be a part of something bigger.
Indeed, I’m going to participate and say Nanooo-nanooo (showing my age here) to the NaNoWriMo. How about you?