Pull up your big girl panties and just do it.
Write, that is. A novel.
So, NaNoWriMo starts November 1st. What’s NaNoWriMo, you ask? A nonprofit that “…believes in the transformational power of creativity. We provide the structure, community, and encouragement to help people find their voices, achieve creative goals, and build new worlds—on and off the page.” NaNoWriMo is shorthand for National Novel Writing Month.
The goal is to write 50,000 words of a novel in the 30 days of November.
It’s a way to hold oneself accountable to a writing goal while receiving support from others attempting the same thing.
I’ve toyed with this goal in years past. This year, I’m going to jump in. And by stating that publicly, I want to be held accountable.
I’ve never tried writing fiction. All of my writing has been nonfiction – one book, countless magazine articles and blog posts. Yet when I read, I read fiction. I’ve always been amazed and awed by authors who can create characters, even whole worlds, out of their imaginations.
I’ve been fleshing out a story, the characters, working through some of NaNoWriMo’s warm-up exercises, flexing my writing muscles and my imagination.
It has occurred to me in recent months that it might be fun to write alternate endings to several scenarios I’ve experienced in real life. Why not create the endings I hoped for, the ones I prefer to what actually happened? Create a character who does and says what I wish I had?
Oh my. The possibilities are endless. This could be fun.
I’m girding, collecting the requisite bravery to start.
I hope you, blog readers, will keep me honest by asking how it’s going. I’m a terrible lier, which means I’ll work hard to have a valid answer that demonstrates progress when you do ask. So ask me. Please. Keep me honest and motivated.
And wish me luck.