Ah. Well. It appears to be that time again. And here I am with no plan, no daily goal (I feel so constrained when I try to stick to x amount of words per day), no sleep and no idea where my story will lead me. And of course a healthy (tho that’s questionable ::grin::) amount of coffee awaiting the feverish nights of writing. And a family that wonders if I have utterly lost my mind, and if they will be doomed to suffer this every November for the rest of their natural lives (yes).
And I love it.
As with last year, I am going into this with no more than a rough idea of who’s in the story, what their current situations are, and of course the goal to reach 50k with the best (and worst) of ‘em.
Last year I had my days of 8k and my days of 0k. My moments of utter and brilliant literary genius, and my days of what-the-effing-heck-was-I-thinking?!? which would result in pages upon pages being deleted, so that I could redirect the flow of my story. In the end, I cruised past the finish line well past 50k, happily over 200 pages, and the idea for this years story already blooming into life. I suppose I could’ve begun writing it sooner, but I wanted to make sure that it was ready when the time came.
Indeed, like a time of waiting between lovers who have written but never met, awaiting that first kiss, when November arrived I was utterly ready and willing to write, and my story is demanding to be told. That’s how it works for me… No gentle callings of my Muse, no whispered encouragements to meet my deadline, just unwavering and demanding force. Most Muses seem to say: “What a beautiful thing it is to write, to create with only words as your tools… so pure and true an art… open and let your heart guide your hand…” Not so with mine own. My Muse stands in my way, barring any further activity, and yells: “Write!! No, that’s not good enough!!! MORE!!! What are you waiting for?! Tomorrow may not come and if this story remains untold you will regret it for all of eternity!! So write! WRITE!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
::sigh:: I love my Muse. =)
The coolest thing ever (IMO) is that my 2 oldest children (7 and 10 years old) are doing NaNoWriMo this year also. The fever is contagious… We shall all be utterly batty come December! WooHoo! =D
I look forward to a November of chaos, caffeine and creativity. May all of you who choose this most adventurous path find joy in the insanity which comes of (or is due to) pounding out 50,000 words in 30 days, and may you all cross the finish line with a triumphant (and slightly daft) smile.
To arms!! Oops… um… I mean TO TYPEWRITERS!! ;)
