As I said before, for me to write a 50,000 word novel in November, particularly this November, would be impossible. And it was. Nonetheless, I managed to get 10,000 words down on paper last month. 10,000 words which survived a new client project, a sick child, software Side projects, and the release of X-com enemy unknown for iOS. Not bad, considering I decided to take up this mad quest on October 27th.
It was challenging, rewarding, and way less itchy than growing a movember moustache. It also got me thinking about why I stopped writing. Okay, I never really stopped writing, but I never really took it seriously as a career path. The dream of being a published author always took a back seat to my more immediate dream of not living in my parent’s basement. That’s the idea right? Write for pleasure, but don’t quit your day job. What if that day job takes 10 years to materialize?
It surprised me how easy it was to pick up writing everyday when I was writing for speed instead of brilliance. I was able to crank out 500 words easy on a recumbent bike at the gym. I found that the more time I gave myself, the less I wrote. If I had 2 hours to fill, I’d get distracted pretty easily. I think my biggest push was 2800 words on the last day of the challenge.
Just how is this novel? Terrible. Horrible. Full of convenient plot holes, characters drawn from real life friends, story elements that my totally embarrassing 14-year-old self would just find extra kewl. There are giant robots, aliens, and the immaculate scenery of the Pacific Northwest. However, as I looked back at what I wrote every day, I realized that now that this story was out there, in the universe, the notion that it’s just adolescent drivel could very well be just in my own head. Maybe after a second look my critical mind could fill in the blanks that my story needs. Maybe I could show it to someone and it will speak to them in a way that I cannot hear. Maybe none of that will happen, but the only way that I could assure hat my word amounted to little than sound and fury was if I did. Not. Write. Them. Down.
if I had to describe my NanoWrimo experience in one word, that word would be forward. I have moved forward towards a published book, to reintegrating writing into my life, and making my life experience all the more complete. I will finish this novel. I will be sending to friends agents and publishers to that it will be read. And next year, I hope to start this process all over agin.