NaNoWriMo is coming up again. For those of you not familiar, here’s the websIte. Basically, it is a month-long event where we writers flog ourselves daily for our failures as authors and generally bemoan our very existence. A few of us also write novels.
I participated in NaNoWriMo for three years or so back around 2005. My first year, I found about it late and half-assed a terrible bit of nothing. The next two years, I wrote partial manuscripts for two novels that I really liked, and that I would like someday to finish. Unfortunately, they’re still unfinished today. One novel’s file hasn’t been edited since 2008, and the other 2011. How sad is that?
Part of my failures those years and of my nonparticipating since is that November is a horrible month for me. It’s the second half of the quarter, and that means lots of grading and students in my office and generally all sorts of work shenanigans.
I am really tempted to do it this year. My writing skills are limber and I’m in a new mindset — heck, I’m a totally different person now! Honestly, I almost want to try and rewrite the novel I wrote in 2005 again, from scratch. It was a good idea, and even back then I think I really executed it well. What if I just started it over? What would be the same? What would I write differently?
On the other hand, I am juggling writing for three blogs and a review website right now. I’m already taxing my free writing time! And November is the month I start hormones. Who knows how that will affect my thinking in the short term?
Feh. I hate the approach of NaNoWriMo. Too tempting, too disappointing.
Oh, who am I kidding. I’ve got the bug in me now. Can’t say no to NaNoWriMo! I guess I’m going to do it again this year. Wish me luck …