So I finally caved in to my writing brain and announced a project for NaNoWriMo 2019. That’s right–in addition to full time-university classes, work, rehearsals, performance gigs, blogging, theorizing on magic systems and hunting dragons (was that last one out loud?) I am going to attempt to write 50,000 words in a month. Maintaining sanity during this endeavor is strictly optional.
This is a terrible idea.
And I am very happy about it.
I did demur for a while. Hence “To NaNoWriMo or Not NaNoWriMo?“. I should get some rest from my life. Take care of my health. Make the logical decision.
Ha. Sure. You may notice the logical part of my brain rarely wins these arguments.
On the other hand…
If I spent the entire month of November only sneaking writing time once in a while as thousands of other writers were charging ahead to do battle with and feast upon glorious new words, slaying monsters, riding dragons, crowing their names to the clouds like Peter Pan because we are writers….
I’d miss it.
And what would I have to show for the month after I hadn’t joined in? Certainly not a completed draft of a novel.
So I might give this a go again.
Late nights typing, noveling music, forgetting deadlines until they are breathing down my neck, dodging loved ones’ questions of whether NaNo is actually a peaceful writing community or more like a demanding boyfriend or addictive substance…meeting new characters, giving aloof nods and sudden bear hugs to old ones, making myself wonder if I really know how the world works at all…and falling in love with fantasy all over again.