Can one possibly get real on Halloween night with little ghosts, goblins and little princesses knocking on your door and yelling, Trick or treat! ?
It is October 31, the eve of NaNoWriMo. My pencil is honed. I am ready to write. In fact, I do have a title for my novel, a somewhat plot and an introduction. I wonder if I have done too much and have already disqualified myself from the contest. No matter. I am serious and I am going to write my novel, one page at a time.
To be real and serious, can one write a book in a month? I am already losing sleep and energy with the pressure of writing 50,000 words in a month. My brain is blank, my creative juices frozen and my words are nowhere in sight. How can I write a book under these conditions? I feel like I am lined up with my laptop along with a kazillion other writers at the starting line. We are all waiting for someone to fire the gun. GET READY, SET, BAM!
This part is no longer fun for me, I’m sorry to say, NaNoWriMo. But I am grateful to you for perking my interest and getting me started. Now, I need to get real and serious and write. I will write every day in November – and beyond as much as I can. But I cannot go at it at a gallop. Sometimes I have to let things simmer and percolate. I have to let the child in me dream up dragons and such. I have to let the stories in me come out a page at a time.
It might as well be a fantastic book that someone will want to read, even if it’s a friend or relative.