After all, how hard can it be, right? Hahaha. Haha. Ha. Help.
Let me tell you a secret: Ever since I was a child, I wanted to write a book. As you all know, I still like reading today, but when I was a child it was basically all I did. I devoured books. It was my happy escape from reality, and I don’t know what my childhood would have been without books. So I guess it only made sense that I wanted to give some of that back. I wanted to give someone else the chance to experience what I’d experienced. More than that, writing became my way of dealing with things. I wasn’t writing that much, but whenever that teenage angst overcame me, and I was overwhelmed with some emotion or another, I turned to writing.
Over the years I wrote short stories for friends, in which they got together with their crushes; took Literature in school and wrote some more short stories, and a couple of years ago, I dabbled in fanfiction for a bit. I wrote shitty poetry and whiny diary entries and a story about our car Brunnhilde (don’t judge, she was part of the family). And then, of course, I started blogging. The one thing I never wrote was a book. I started countless books, but, like so many others, I never had the motivation to write past chapter two.
Bearing all of that in mind, what crazy devil is possessing me to loudly proclaim on my blog that I bet I can write a book? Well, at the end of last year I made a list of 2015 goals. One point on that list is “This year I want to participate in NaNoWriMo and win”. In case you don’t know, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. It always happens in November and basically means you pledge to write 50.000 words in 30 days. I’m pretty sure that when I put that on the list, I didn’t actually plan to do it. I mean I wanted to, and it sounded nice, but I don’t think I believed that I’d really go through with it and, if I did, that I could actually win. It was just something that sounded good, but it’s been sounding good for years, and every year I say “oh yes, I’ll totally do that next year”.
I almost did that again this year. I even have a better excuse than ever – I need to write a 25 page long essay that was technically due at the end of August. I haven’t even properly started it yet, and I also need to at least try to keep up with my current uni assignments and work two times a week. But you know what? Screw all of that, I really want to write a book. Or maybe I just want to casually drop “oh yeah, I wrote a book” every once in a while in conversation, who knows. Either way it amounts to the same thing: I’m going to participate in NaNoWriMo, and I’m going to procrastinate like the professional I am, but I’m also going to do my damnedest to write those 50.000 words. And I’m telling you all, so I’ll at least feel mildly ashamed if I don’t keep my promise.
I’m sure I’ll update on how it’s going throughout November, either as a weekly thing or at random intervals; I haven’t decided yet. I also already scheduled two posts a week for the entire month, so ironically there will be more posts than usual throughout the month. Oops? I’ll probably regret this, but let me know if you have any ideas for what I should do as a punishment if I lose my bet.
Are you a writer? If you are, have you ever participated in NaNo? Any last minute tips?