Yeah, that’s right. It’s almost that time of year again when all the crazy, insane writers come crawling out of the woodwork and attempt that mountainous, torturous, make you want to tear your hair out of your head feat known as National Novel Writing Month.
November is the month where my fellow crazies and I attempt to lay down 50, 000 words (yeah, you heard me – 50,000!) in a short 30 days – that’s just 720 hours or 43,200 minutes to accomplish this task. Needless to say, I’m sure there will be many meals skipped and my house will be a disaster (it still hasn’t recovered from the last month of craziness in my life), the dog will be neglected and so will my husband.
I have two ideas that I’m thinking about writing. The first one – I’ve been thinking about this idea on and off for well over a year. It was actually supposed to be my next project until TDR barged its rude self into my life. And this idea is a pretty much a fully developed one, outlined and plotted, character sketches firmly in place – a nice neat roadmap all laid out before me. All I have to do is pack up the car and drive along right to the final destination of 50,000 Wordsville. All wrapped up in shiny paper and tied up with a big, beautiful bow. Writer’s Christmas.
The second idea is to continue writing the fourth installment of The Destined Revolutions. I have no ideas, no outline, no plot and absolutely no idea where that story needs to go. I know only one thing about this story: It will continue the saga of the group of seven, who have better things to do than save the world from a hell god. Manicure anyone? I don’t even know anything about my main character, except her name.
Guess which one I’m doing?
Yeah, I know. But when did I EVER take the easy way of doing anything in my life? I guess on some level I’m trying to earn my Martyr badge. In five days, I’ll hurdle myself off a cliff and free-fall into a story and I don’t know what will be there to greet me at the bottom.
So let’s sum up here. I have to write 50,000 words in 30 days – a daunting task, in and of itself, but I’m also writing about something I have no idea about. Is there a support group for masochists?
No sleep ’till December!