So it’s come to my attention that NaNoWriMo is next month. The website has been cleared for a new year; thousands of little novel seeds are being planted.
And for the first time in three years…. I’m honestly thinking about skipping.
Ever since “winning” my first NaNo two years ago — completing the goal of 50,000 words in 30 days — this has become a huge, thrilling creative event for me. I love the rush of dashing off words, making a mess, hoping to find some magic in them and something worth saving. “Maybe,” says hyper-optimistic creative Jen to self-deprecating practical Jen every year, “maybe this will be striking gold, the future debut novel, the project that I’ll actually finish!”
Well, this year, I have no ideas. Not feeling it. I have a lot of things I’d like to try — a fantasy novel, a children’s book, a short story anthology — but no sparks to to get them going.
This year, I’m wondering if I should stand back, maybe play the support role, rooting on my fellow WriMos as they take off on their noveling adventures (while trying not to feel left out).
Maybe this is a good time to wipe the dust off last year’s piece and try to turn it into something. It was a wreck, but I loved that little story.
Maybe this is the time to just read a lot, reflect a lot, stop trying so hard. November is quite the packed month anyway.
Maybe this November is for simply living.
I strongly encourage you to sign up and give it shot, if you’ve ever wanted to write a novel. It’s a fun, crazy experience, and you will learn a lot. This could be the year, the month to make that book in your head a reality, and if you choose to do it, I’ll gladly be your cheerleader.
But as for me… well… unless I get a miraculous flash of inspiration by 11:59 on Halloween… =)
(If you’re a hardcore NaNoWriMo person, feel free to attempt to talk me out of my funk. I could still change my mind at any time over the next few weeks.)