For those of you who are not in the know, the nanowrimo is the National Novel Writing Month. The mission is for a brave soul to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November. That is 1700 words per day. A bunch of writers participated last year. If you convert that bunch into a number, it’s over 200,000.
Some awesome things about nanowrimo are: You can right a really crappy first draft and no one, but no one, will care. They won’t see it. Secondly you can write any genre you want. It’s a great way to test your wheels. Maybe you’ve been wanting to give your hand a try at memoir. Take a chance and write that memoir. If you’ve been writing romance, this might be a good opportunity to write a mystery. It was how I discovered that I can write a reasonable facsimile of humor. (Some of you might not think it is humor, but then again you don’t count. Not. Of course, you count. I’m sure there are three of you out there I haven’t made laugh. Yet.)
This will be my fifth try. My previous titles (all packed away and hidden in my closet) were:
“Secrets of the Fourth Lithuanian” (2004). It was a novel about family and family secrets. There were no Lithuanians in the novel.
“The Absolutely Unbelievable Extraordinary Adventures of Lady Wimpleseed Prissypotte” (2009). It was humorous and historical fantasy. There were no Lithuanians in this one either.
“The Chesterwood Poems” (2010). Thirty poems (a poem a day) that tell the story of Adam and Eve after the Garden of Eden. It wasn’t a true nanowrimo but I dood it anyway. Still no Lithuanians.
“Six-Foot-One and Five-Foot-Eight: A Romance” (2011). And I am sure that you can guess that there were no Lithuanians in this one either.
What do I have against Lithuanians? Absolutely nothing. If I knew a Lithuanian, I probably would like them. No, I’m sure I would like them.
Each year there is a blank slate and I get to start anew. Like baseball at the beginning of each spring. Last year’s goofs are not held against me. The novel I am writing is “Joe A(fter) D(eath)”. It’s title tells the reader exactly what it’s about. It will tell the story of what happens to Joe Schmidt after he dies. I will create at least 50,000 words of an 80,000-word novel. I plan on finishing it in December. Currently I am spending October, planning it. (And no, I am not spending October, researching what happens when we die. It will all be made up.)
Anything I write this month will be subtracted from the words I create in November. So far I have 3184 words. So I will be going for 55,000 words, I will have to write 55,000 in novel to fulfill my part of the bargain. ‘Nuff said. If you’re interested, here’s the nanowrimo link.
So c’mon in. The water is fine. It may be a little chilly. But it will get that writer’s blood flowing.
Now comes the big hairy question. Will I continue to post as often on Uncle Bardie’s Stories & Such during November? Absolutimoeso. You bet your sweet booties I will. So you can breathe easy and pretend you are entertained by my insanity.