Once upon a time I wrote short stories and toyed with the idea of a novel, but it's not something I can get excited over anymore. I like to read fiction. I don't really like to write it. Besides, while I'm intrigued by the idea of writing a book in a month, which is the premise of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), I just could never get past the name. It sounded like something a Pentacostal would chant while brandishing a snake over his head.
However, when I looked a bit deeper, I saw that this group was comprised of some awesome women who seriously know how to write. And not all of them were writing fiction.
**Insert image of light bulb flashing over my head**
I've been struggling to birth a memoir for about two years now. By struggling, I mean talking about it on Facebook and Twitter, imagining what the cover would look like, wondering how I would find an agent and picking out a pen for book signings.
I'm actually very good at accomplishing things as long as I have something measuring my success. Sad, but true. Are you grading me on my work? I'll get an A. Is my raise dependent on this? My project will be finished early. Friends coming for dinner? The house will be spotless (but please don't look under the couch).
Accountability. I need it.
It wasn't until last month that I hooked up with a blogging buddy, who is writing her own memoir, and we came up with a plan to get started and keep each other accountable. She went raring out of the gate producing whole chapters at a time and I, in an effort not to look like a complete ass, managed to churn out an introduction and a chapter outline.
And now, thanks to NaNoNiNu, I'm all fired up. I want do to this. Like, I REALLY want to do this.
I signed up on the website and saw that there were all kinds of tools, like forums and word count meters, to provide motivation and measure success. Things that measure other things? Yes!
Yesterday, November dawned on the other side of the world, and the Aussies went at it hard and fast. Before the day was out they were fist bumping each other and posting their word counts. Meanwhile, those of us on the waning side of the date line drummed our fingers and waited with mild disquiet.
Actually, that's not entirely true. I was too busy chaperoning a crazy cat lady and a dark lord through a well orchestrated candy orgy to think much about it. But I went to bed that night, determined to get my words in the following day.
So, despite the fact that I had a job interview first thing this morning, and despite the fact that I woke up with a chest infection, and despite the fact that I only got two hours of sleep (cat lady had a bad dream), I managed to sit down and churn out 1,800 words before noon today.
My work here is done.
For today anyway. Only 29 more days to go.
So, who else is going to do this thing?
Do you have a book in you that wants out? You still have time to sign up. Go here. Open an account. Add me as your buddy if you'd like (wanderlustlust) and get writing.
One month from now you will have accomplished more than I did in the last two years. C'mon.
The world awaits your opus.
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