Here We Go Again – It’s NaNoWriMo Time

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NaNoWriMo Participant 2014 – That’s me!

Yep. It’s that time of year again boys and girls. Gather around while I tell you the story of psychotic writers who do this psychotic thing at the same time each November, all in the name of chaotically writing a story in a month. And yes, I’m one of those unstable, most definitely need their head examined lunatic writers participating in NaNoWriMo.

Fifty thousand words written in 30 days. Now I suppose if you were a professional novelist, that wouldn’t be so difficult. But what about us ordinary schlubbs who have actual full-time jobs and families and houses and try to have some semblance of a life? How is it possible for an event to generate such excitement and dread at the same time, leaving one to wonder if they maybe shouldn’t be locked up in a nice padded room, with their arms tied snuggly around them.

So let’s recap a little of my NaNoWriMo experience. This year will be my third one. Won the first year, got a little too cocky the second and blew it by a measly 2913 words (Never agree to lunch and a stage show in the city with your friends on the last day of NaNoWriMo. Either that or don’t leave the vast majority of your writing to the last two days). It has remained a sore spot with me for the entire year and I’m planning on redeeming myself with flying colours for this one. Never again will I take the NaNo Beast for granted. It is a sneaky and formidable opponent. It has time on its side. I don’t.

It’s actually very easy to win NaNoWriMo. It just takes discipline. Fifty thousand divided by 30 days equals 1667 words per day. Do that and you sail into the winner’s circle. But like most things, the theory is much easier than the practice. As of today, it’s Day 12 of NaNoWriMo and I’m at 5129 words. Dismal. And I was planning on having 10,000 words written within the first day. Ooops.

But like all well laid plans, things go astray. Life happens and sucks up time that would otherwise be used for writing. Plus I’m not that disciplined when it comes to things I should do in my private life. I think I have a bit of passive aggressive or maybe flat out rebellious. I’ve never liked being told what to do. Apparently, not even when it’s myself telling myself to do it. Not to mention, I’m having another, very serious, very annoying, not-so little problem.

I’m trying to be smart this year. I went for the story that’s been plotted out with developed characters, rather than trying to write another installment of The Destined Revolutions, when at this point I have no idea what is going on. I have four books partially finished and they are just a slapdash disaster. So I’m doing the sensible thing and writing the story that knows where it’s going. It’s a stand alone story, so I don’t need to worry about where it’s specifically been before it came into my life. I can write fresh and make up stuff as I go along because it doesn’t have to fit into anything already established.

You see this story for NaNoWriMo is a “real” world story. It’s made up of normal, yet not-so normal people in our everyday world. There are no spaceships or aliens or ghosts or demons. I thought going back to the real world would be a piece of cake. Because the rules of the everyday world are already laid out for you. You already know them because it’s at least some semblance of where you live. Unlike The Destined Revolutions world which had to be built and created and its rules and history formed. But as it turns out, I may have been away from the real world for a little too long. I miss the fantastical nature of my made up world. It makes it hard to stay on track with this story, which by the way has been code named “The Secret of Sugar Cay.”*

But I have to tell you that TDR is one seriously disturbed, pain-in-the-ass, obnoxious, jealous beast. Even as I try to focus on the story I need to write this month, it shamelessly barges into all aspects of my life, popping into my head when I least want it. As soon as I start to think about this current story, it tries to bully its way into the forefront of my life. And it tries to seduce me with it’s alluring, not-real world ways. It beckons. It calls. And I want it to go away. At least for the month of November.

Too bad I couldn’t count the eight hundred and six words in this blog article towards my daily NaNoWriMo count.


P.S. I seriously need to stop procrastinating. Oh look, another eleven words!

*I don’t know what the secret is. It just sounded like a cool title. It’s original working title was “Hotel Caribbean”. Not nearly as cool. And there’s another thirty words.

Yes, you get obsessive with word counting. (Another ten words.)

Okay, I’ll stop. (four)