Since today is Day 3 of National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo), I suppose I can go ahead and let you all know that I’m officially doing it this year. I was going to let it pass. There’s been so much going on, and I haven’t exactly been putting pen to paper very much in the past couple of months. I participated in 2010 and 2011, skipped 2012, and there really wasn’t anything moving me to do it this year. I had already decided to finish my novel by my birthday, which is in December. Yes, I was a holiday baby! It makes perfect sense that I’m over-the-top when it comes to the holidays. Anyway, let me get back on topic…As I was saying, I was ignoring all of the email reminders and prompts about Nanowrimo received throughout October. I was definitely going to sit this year out, but my 15-year-old nephew called me late on October 1st to ask if I was going to participate. He gave me a five minute synopsis of his novel and said I was his inspiration for participating in this daunting challenge of writing 50,000 words in 30 days. While I was happy to hear that he had decided to work on his own novel, I wasn’t thrilled about joining the frenzy that surrounds Nanowrimo each year.
I went to bed, but my mind was restless. I honestly believe I had a dream about word counts and the dreaded feeling of being behind because I didn’t make my daily goal. November 1st was a banner day. While I was obsessing over soy nog, I was also feeling the growing urge to write 1667 words before midnight! Plus I’d talked my 16-year-old son into joining in on the fun, too.
The first time I sat down to write was during dinner with my husband. It was rude, but necessary. The sun was going down, and I hadn’t even written one word! I knew from previous years that writers around the world were already in the 1000s. Many were shooting for 10K in the first 24 hours. I try to avoid looking at the stats for these folks. I’m secretly grateful that no one in this group has added me to their buddy list. They make me a little sick to my stomach, and I mean that in a good way. There’s very little that I feel true envy about. These super writers hold a special place of honor in my world. I’m still trying to get fast enough to write 1000 words in 30 minutes, but I’m nowhere near that pace. I’m too much of a perfectionist. The editor in my just won’t shut up!
Back to the dinner table…My husband ordered his food and ate. I ordered nothing, ate nothing, and ignored him. I had to do it. I couldn’t socialize with him and write. Time was not on my side. I already felt tired, but my novel was calling to me. Thirty minutes later, when he announced that he was ready to go, I had over 350 words. That was the moment when my 2013 Nanowrimo experience began.
Day 3: 5521 words and counting…