When I embarked on this “I wanna be a writer” craziness, I really had no idea what I wanted to write or who I wanted to write for. It felt like everyone I enjoyed reading had their niche – blogger or memoirist or novelist or essayist or Twitterist (yes, that’s a word – I looked it up). And I’m sure to really make it big, you have to find that niche. But I’m not niche-ing yet. I’ve got too many interests and too many ideas. And I keep running across this NaNoWriMo thing, in spite of my leaning toward creative nonfiction.
NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, where a group of equally insane people come together to write a NOVEL (like a whole, 50K word novel!) in the 30 days of November. It comes out just shy of 1700 words per day. Every. Single. Day. We’ve got Thanksgiving in there, and that casserole bonanza is gonna slow me down for at least one day.
What have I got to lose? I’m in.
Here’s the thing, friends. I’ve not written fiction since I was a little girl. I’ve never even come close to writing a single work that’s 50,000 words. And I’ve only explored Scrivener enough to become really dangerous. It’s a lot of new in 30 days.
But the thing that really inspired me to strive for this ridiculously ambitious goal was this blog post: The Truth of What it Takes to Be a Writer. And it really is just as simple as putting words on the page. The real reason I’m attempting this is to force myself to write. To write daily. To write better through practicing often. To write in new and challenging ways. To write SOMETHING.
I’m thankful to have a few friends along for the ride. We’ll be meeting weekly, babysitter in the basement, to get words on the page and cheer each other on. One has named us Ladies Who Write, and in the spirit of NaNoWriMo, I think we should become LaWhoWri. Have I taken this creative inspiration too far? Yes. Yes, indeed.
Are you a fellow WriMo? Find me. I need more buddies!