Last year, for months leading up to November 1st, I was preparing. Not for All Saint’s Day (though that IS important), not for the arrival of Fall weather in Florida, not for Thanksgiving plans to begin or Christmas shopping season to be official—but for the start of NaNoWriMo. I literally counted down the days and hours, and as I waited I thought unceasingly about plot twists and character development. I kept repeating my first sentence over and over in my mind until the day I could actually type it and make it real.
This year, I debated about even participating-- deciding first that I would not then, deciding, maybe I would give it a go. So, here I am just hours before the noveling is to begin and I have barely thought about it at all.
The last five days my life has been a whirlwind of running here and there. We have had Halloween parties, longer, busier than normal shifts at work, field trips for school, and so much more. I am already behind on my laundry for the week and the kids are already behind on their school work. I have e-mails to answer and dishes in my sink and first quarter grades to average. I am having trouble keeping up with my regular duties and starting tomorrow I am going to add “writing over 1600 words of a new novel” to the next 30 days worth of to-do lists?!?!?!?!?!
I cannot fathom how I will have time to even think about fiction when real life is so busy, yet I am still planning to give it a try.
Last year, the noveling was such fun. And the final result, my book, The Life I Dreamed, was so worth the effort. It may be even more crazy this year than last, but I cannot fathom NOT trying it again despite my busy life.
I don’t know if I will win, making it to 50,000 words by month’s end but…..we’ll see where the adventure leads this time around……