For those of you not among the certifiably insane, NaNoWriMo might sound like a Welshman with a head cold. For the rest of us it’s an annual rite of self-mutilation, frustration, and high caffination. National Novel Writing Month gives us sad, hopeless, compulsive writers a one month excuse to flip everyone else the bird, knuckle down and write!
The website has a count down clock, which for most of the year is a ridiculously long string of numbers… but the office of letters and light has started stirring again. This the other week I received an e-mail from Chris Batty, the long time organizer of the event who seems to have finally bit the bullet and started writing full-time (God help us all)!
Last year I actually did pretty well. I didn’t finish, but then I’ve never finished, but I did pretty well. Fractured Fractal came into being during last years NaNoWriMo and hopefully it’ll be making its first public appearance later on this year in a ten episode ‘season’. The year before’s offering, which was an untitled space-opera is on a bit of a hiatus, but it’s fully plotted out and ready to go… you know… when I get my butt in gear. As is the year before’s effort, an epic fantasy called ‘Seloc’.
This year I’ve decided to go totally ‘chick-lit’ with a Rom-com-drama. It’s a bit out of character for me, writing wise, but it’s got a decently fleshed out idea and it feels like something I might be able to bash out in the relevent time-frame. Maybe this year, finally, I will conquer NaNoWriMo!
As the list of stuff to do grows, the energy I have with which to do it diminishes. There’s a formula in there somewhere, but as I’m mildly numeral-dyslexic (no seriously, I freak people out in the store all the time), I couldn’t tell you what it is.
On the 29th of this month I’ll be officially a student again, with what the Uni calls a ‘full-time’ course load. Let’s face it, it’s not full-time by any stretch of the imagination. Combine it with part-time work and parenting and writing and cleaning and procrastination though, and suddenly it seems like I’ve got more stuff than I could possibly finish in three full-time jobs! That’s rot. I know it’s rot, in my mind. I can see around me many, many people who manage to cram a butt-load of stuff into their day while simultaneously raising perfect children, keeping fit and having a spotless house. How the hell do they do that?
My minimums for the coming months are as follows. I want;
- Three (read ’em 3) gym classes a week. Failing an appropriate gym class, I want to go anyway and use the machines. 3 times a week! 3.
- There is nothing I can do about how much I work, as I have a policy (re: tiny bank balance) which forces me to say yes to every shift going. These shifts are 9-5. Other people work 9-5 and still manage to do all their other stuff. I will too.
- At least one day a week, I will devote at least four (4) hours to writing. No excuses. None. I have a supportive husband, a number of live-in baby sitters and Talie is easy enough to get along with. 4 hours. At least once a week. No less!