When I met The Writer, I made a promise to myself to write a novel. Now, I’ve never done it before, and I had flirted with the idea before. I left it alone when I had that 3-year writer’s block, then hearing that he was writing a novel and hoping that it gets published inspired me to attempt it. I knew about NaNoWriMo since last year, and I wanted to try it then, but last year was not one of my best years, especially during the end (seasonal-affective depression for the win!). Then someone posted about it on Plurk, and I saw that it’s next month. I thought about it and I said “what the hell?”
So this is where it begins. I’m thinking of plots and genres, and one thought was to be a fantasy/romance. You know, love, talking lawn gnomes, magic shape-shifting mirrors…that kind of thing. Why that route? I don’t know really. I might switch at the last second to an angsty tragic romance. Yeah, okay. I have a tragic love life, but I’m not going to even go there. We’ll see though–I have a month to tighten up what I want to do. 50,000 words is a bit daunting, but I’ve written short stories with nearly 5,000 words. Hell, one of my plays from what I recall was even longer than that, and I didn’t even finish typing it! (It’s on floppy–big mistake since floppies are old school). Tacking on another 45,000 shouldn’t be that bad. Right? RIGHT?!!
I can spend some time during Thanksgiving (if I don’t finish by then) writing it instead of going for the macaroni and cheese for the third time. Furthermore, I have too much time on my hands right now. Whenever I’m not playing Sims 2, I’m finding ways to fill up my time because I’m never tired. Unemployment sucks. Go to college, children.
Okay, so now that I’ve thrown in my gauntlet, I’m turning to you. Who’s doing it this year? Let’s all support each other. Let’s all support each other like a good bra that supports 50II breasties.
And I leave you with this.
Shake your ass and be breezy!