I wasn’t going to tell anyone. I was just going to keep it a secret and maybe admit to it if I finished. But the NaNoWriMo folks urge you to tell people so you feel accountable. And so they know why you’ve dropped out of sight for a month. So. . .
I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year.
I’m absolutely terrified. I have a fair bit of backstory figured out and some vague ideas of scenes, but I feel totally unprepared. And while I’ve dreamed of writing for years, I haven’t written any fiction in decades. But I’m doing NaNoWriMo.
I might not “win” (by which they mean completing 50,ooo words in a month), because it’s a lot of words, and I’ve never done this before. And because I won’t have much time for writing until after Nov. 10, which is a huge disadvantage. But I’m doing NaNoWriMo.
I don’t expect what I write to be very good – I’m basically a beginner when it comes to writing fiction. In fact, the fear of not being any good is what has held me back all these years. I somehow wanted the novel complete in my head before I write it down, the way Mozart is said to have composed. Well, I’m not Mozart. So I’m taking Shannon Hale as my inspiration: “Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I’m simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.” I’m giving myself permission to be absolutely horrible at this. Because getting something down on paper beats having bits and pieces of it in my head for years, and never giving it a chance to become a book. So. . .
I’m doing NaNoWriMo.
Wish me luck.