It’s November, so that means it’s National Novel Writing Month. Except this year I’m not going to be writing a 1666 words-a-day, 50,000 words-in-a-month novel.
I’ve it twice before. The first time, in 2001, was just proving that I could do it, the second time, last year, was, um, I’m not sure why I did it. But I do know that by the time December the first came around I was vowing that I’d never do it again.
See, part of the NaNoWriMo philosophy is that it doesn’t have to be good writing, that the important thing is to just write. The problem with that is it’s hard to put two hours a day, for thirty days, into writing crap.
Then there are the NaNo forums, which appear to have devolved into having a sort of “You don’t have to be mad to write a novel in 30 days, but it helps!!!!!!” attitude. It’s hard to stay motivated when most other people doing it seem to be hysterical and usually fantasy writers.
It’s not all crazy crap, though. Some good writing came out of my two novels, and I could probably pull out enough to make a decent enough short story.
But this year I’m going to relax and enjoy November without the pressure of concocting a 50,000 word novel.