*Takes a deep breath*
Okay, so this year I am actually going to try and
complete NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month to the uninitiated) which
basically means trying to complete a 50,000 word novel in just the 30 days in
November. Less than one hour to go and I am beginning to sweat… I have a four
page plot outline, visual references, coffee at the ready and I have told nearly
everyone I know what it is I am about to embark on – in the hope that the fear
of failure will spur me on.
But, now I am faced with the possibility of the first
blank page and the many many hours of blank pages to come and I wonder… what if
my story unravels? What if my carefully engineered plot devices and lovingly
rendered characters with all their hopes and flaws revolt? What if? What if?
I still have to do washing, see friends, remember
to eat, acknowledge my (wonderfully supportive and probably about to get to see
my crazy face a whole lot more) boyfriend. I still have to show up to work each
day. But my mind will be whirring, shaping, weighing, moulding, itching even, to
keep writing until it is done – until this world I am about to create has taken
form on the page and my story is done.
I am hoping all of my planning in advance will
pay-off while still allowing me the freedom to invent on the hoof and have
wacky fun with the characters, maybe even bid a few a premature end if my head
gets too busy.
30 days of just eating, sleeping and writing ahead
and I must admit it is more than a little bit daunting. I am either entirely mad
or I am about to find out finally what kind of writer I am (or could be) if I
stopped procrastinating and just applied myself. I guess here’s my chance.