Today marks the beginning of NaNoWriMo 2016! I can hardly believe it’s time for this madness already, but I’m excited all the same. This post is scheduled, but I will have started my writing project (whatever it turns out to have been; I never choose my NaNo project more than a couple of days ahead of time, sometimes not ’til late on Halloween) just after the midnight bell last night.
This will be my eighth year doing NaNoWriMo, which just seems incredible to me. (Even if I figure in the last six years – and twelve projects – of Camp NaNoWriMo as well.) I will be trying, once again, for at least 100k instead of the standard 50k, split between two projects this year as I did last year.
I haven’t decided for sure yet – of course – but I think this year’s novel will be a supernatural romance. That genre suspicion is all I’ve figured out thus far. . . (And for my second project, I’ll try and add 50k to an existing ‘verse – it’s almost 300k and counting, but there’s a lot more yet in its outline to cover.)
I won’t be posting updates here – this is it, although I might talk abut it again in December when everything is wrapped up – but if you’re interested, I will be posting a weekly update with my progress (and that of the rest of the Rabid Rainbow Ferret Society who are participating) every Tuesday over on the Ferret blog, starting with a bit about each of our projects and thoughts on this year’s NaNo today! You can also find me on the NaNo site proper here – feel free to add me as a buddy if you’re participating too!
But I’m never going to be a writer
No, I really did say that. For years.
Feel free to take a moment to laugh. I’ll just be over here dropping my head against my work table with a loud, hollow ‘thunk’ and watching my dog freak out and my cats re-index my level of insanity. It’s fun.
(If you are familiar with me at all, including just reading almost any randomly-chosen paragraph from this blog, you are entirely justified in any laughter this post prompts.)
Yes. I did indeed deny that I could ever be a writer. Not because I had anything against it – far from it! I was such a voracious reader (my mother first called me a bibliophage when I was six, and I adored the title, the idea of devouring books, and continue to do so now) and I loved the idea of being an author.
I just didn’t think I could ever do it. Not because of the things that daunt me now – or, mostly not – but because I really did think that I was not capable of coming up with ideas, much less putting them into anything coherent, much less on any kind of regular basis.
For reference, as of the publication of this post, I have written some form of fiction every single day for 2,215 days*, I have participated in seven National Novel Writing Months (and every session of Camp NaNo to date – ten), and written fanfiction for a rather alarming seventy-eight fandoms.
If you’ve seen me around the internet just about anywhere (or even if you’ve been here for long) then you probably already know that I love NaNoWriMo.
I started participating in 2009, hit a 65k very rough first draft that November, and kind of hit the ground running from there. I’ve participated in every NaNoWriMo since then – and have prompted WriMos in my region to say that they would be concerned that I had been replaced by an imposter if I only made the 50k goal instead of nearing or over 100k for a NaNo-project these days.
I have also participated gleefully in every session of Camp NaNoWriMo – NaNoWriMo’s more laid back, younger cousin. It began in 2011, and runs twice every summer. It has gotten some upgrades this year, and was already pretty awesome. Continue reading