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!