I said I wasn’t gonna do it. I have too much to do (which is the truth). Evil Day Job 1, Evil Day Job 2, writing a new course for spring to go with the new book, promo stuff, IBC responsibilities, home improvement projects because we’re getting ready to list our house in a few months. Adding anything else to my plate is sheer and complete insanity.
I signed up again for NaNo this morning.
Now I feel compelled to follow this announcement up with a statement that I know perfectly well that I am not going to end November with 50,000 words. Despite many years of joining, I haven’t “won” NaNo since 2004, when I was in grad school and had considerably more free time for such insanity. That was also the 6 month stretch before my hubby found a job down here, so I had nights to pour myself into writing that I ordinarily would spend with him.
But there’s just something about being a joiner, participating in the insanity, the momentum generated by thousands of people diving into their WIPs with abandon.
Last year I wrote a new class during NaNo. Unconventional, but in 30 days instead of writing 50,000 words of fiction, I knocked out 10 lectures (trust me, this is a lot to do in 4 weeks).
This year, I plan to bull through Devil’s Eye, and THEN jump into uber lecture writing. Which, if I pull it off, might come in somewhere close to 50k. If it works, by the time November is over, I will have cleared my plate of both of the things distracting me from what I really want to be working on–Red. The hope is that I’ll be able to dive back into that December 1st.
I am (big shock) kaitnolan if you’d like to buddy me and watch my rapid descent into babbling incoherence.