So I did it.
I bit the bullet and signed up.
I hate being backed into something, though. I hate feeling like I’m trapped. Like I now have to actually do it. No way out.
So I’m not going to look at it that way.
Nope. I’m going to just see how it goes. I’ve just signed up so that I have the option to do it. No pressure.
So says one side of my brain. Or the little angel on my shoulder. Or whoever it is.
The other voice, the one in the black shroud with the little glowing red horns, is suggesting that I could just give up, not do it, not bother. Why did I even sign up? Now my inbox is going to be flooded with emails I won’t have any use for.
Because, after all, I probably won’t be able to write every day, never mind write that much every day.
1667 words per day for a month.
Some days I do that, sure. But some days I write only 500 words. Or none. And the beauty of my writing experience to date has been that it has been free, liberating, that I’ve been able to write about something different every day. Sometimes several times a day. About whatever I want.
Committing to writing a novel in a month is committing myself to writing almost 2000 words per day about the same topic. Every day. For 30 days.
Not that I want to listen to that little demon on my shoulder, but I have to tell myself that I’m not stuck. No one is going to force me to do it. No one is going to judge me if I don’t. Heck, I don’t even have to submit my word count so maybe no one will ever know whether I did it or not, or how much of it I did.
So why am I (sort of) committing myself to this insanity?
Mostly as a push to write the story of my time in Ireland, which I was all gung ho about not even a month ago. In fact, I actually started writing about it way back at the beginning of my blog, it was early August, in my little daydreamy piece, The Writer’s Cottage.
And as the saying goes, “write about what you know.”
Well, I know about my adolescent dreams and expectations for my life in Ireland, and I know how it played out in the end.
It was a huge experience in my life. Transformative.
It would probably be a good thing to write about.
It would probably be good for me to write about it.
Maybe some people will actually read it. And maybe some of those readers will even find it interesting. Perhaps they will find in it some universal truths about life and expectations.
But don’t watch this space. I mean, I may not actually do it.
But if I post here less often in the month of November, you’ll know why. It’ll be because I’m busy writing for NaNoWriMo.
Or maybe I won’t.
You’ll never know.
Unless of course I actually do it. Then, I will tell you all about it.
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