So, after three years of creative hiatus (sorta), I’m going to throw in with the other literary lemmings and do NaNoWriMo.
I did NaNoWriMo in 2009. I had written around a dozen short stories, some of which were not horrible, and even got one published. I decided I needed a reason to push myself to novel length, and NaNo fit the bill. My reasoning was that the 3,000 – 5,000 words required for a decent short story would feel effortless after squeezing out 50,000 words in a month.
Well, that sort of worked. I hit 30,000 words when family stuff happened. Bottom line? I’d have been a selfish bastard to keep typing while this shit needed to be dealt with. Unfortunately, more shit happened in rapid succession. Frankly, some years being a grown- up just plain sucks, and I didn’t write much more than lame salutations in greeting cards.
Anyhow, I was talking with sj (she of the booksnobbery wit and wisdom), about her anxiety re: NaNoWriMo, and I got excited again. See, I was born a daydreamer, and I really, really like playing the ‘What if…’ game. What I learned in 2009 was that those creative moments flourished with a little organization, preparation, and discipline.
So, that’s why I’ve signed up again this year – a much needed kick in the ass. Remember waaaay back in the first sentence how said it was sort of a hiatus? Well, I may not have written any stories, but I have 3 years of notes, suggestions, clipped articles that I’m sifting through. I’ve starting roughing out an idea or three & it looks like story will involve 21st Century Nomads, mega cities, and the idea that the simultaneous trumps the sequential, making living in the moment literally the most important skill to have. Or it might be a full on ninja-monkeys in space kinda deal, ’cause sometimes that kinda thing happens.