NaNoWriMo — National Novel Writing Month. It comes every November and all the writers around me are prepping for it. The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel (approximately 175 pages) in a single month. That’s about 1700 words a day. I want to try — I really, really do. (Slowly working on a novel now that will be about 80,000 words). But I’m lucky if I can get 300 to 500 words a day. The last thing you can call me is prolific!
Maybe it’s time to up my game? At the rent paying job, November is stashed between pumpkins and Christmas trees, meaning nothing to really inspect and a lot less work, so I can write there and at home. It’s not like I’m married with a whole bunch of kids and have to make sure every one is fed and can find their socks. Hell, I don’t even really cook for myself with so many fast food joints down the street and a freezer full of instant frozen goodies. My time is mine.
Why don’t I give it a go? I’ll tell you why — Because I’m like the Cowardly Lion after the smack down from Dorothy … Ain’t got the nerve.