Last year over 200,000 people from all over the world to write 50,000 words for National Novel Writing Month.
This is the third year I have taken part of this chore-ignoring, coffee-drinking, laundry-piling frenzy and the results are in three days early…
In 2009 I wrote a novel about a navy wife who has to take care of her kids while her husband is deployed. I know, real stretch there. I won but have not looked at it since.
Last year R was home recovering and while he encouraged me to go to Borders and write often, my heart was not in. I came across what I was working on last year and whoa, it stunk.
This year I tried my hand on a young adult fantasy novel. Sorry no details for you yet. It is not done; I would probably write about 15,000 more words to really finish the ideas floating around in my mocha-saturated head.
Some of you are probably wondering, “Why don’t you try and publish the first novel?” to which I’d reply, “Because it sucks.”
My goal in participating 2009 was not for publication. Hardly. I wanted to see if I could do it. Same with the 5K. Same with going back to work. I had a huge sense of satisfaction when my word count was validated and even though I will probably let this three year old manuscript rust in my hard drive forever, nothing compares to the feeling of accomplishment of finishing a project that cumbersome, that large, that daunting.
This year is much different. I actually like what I have written and will continue to write and adjust my word count until November 30, 2011 at 11:59 pm just to see how many words I can squeeze in until then. And believe it or not, I can totally see myself editing this three part document until it is ready for some first readers.
Who wants something to read next month?