After months of anticipation, it’s almost time. I’m wiping my feet on the Welcome mat outside the door to the NaNoWriMo House of Fun. So, why do I have a sudden urge to pick up my petticoats and run as fast as I can in the opposite direction?
Here’s my five stages of NaNoWriMo:
- CURIOSITY: 50,000 words in a month? Sounds intriguing. I wonder if I could do that? How does it work? Where do I sign up? Do I get a prize (shameless reward-seeker that I am)?
- RESEARCH: Questions, yay! That means research, and that means many mindless hours browsing the internet. My fave occupation.
- EXCITEMENT: I think I can actually do this! I may even write the greatest novel of all time. I’ll win awards and buy a big house and a chauffeur.
- PLANNING: Time to get ready. I can’t just expect to go into this completely blind (pumped as I am with an unrealistic belief in NaNo’s ability to spin my words into gold). I need characters, settings, story arcs. I need an idea. I litter the floor with scraps, scribbling, post-its. I’m ready. I’m so ready.
- THE FEAR, or rather the sheer blind panic. Why did I ever think I could do this? 1,666 words a day? Every day? For a whole month? Am I deluded? I’m a short story writer, I don’t even do novels. As they say in comic-land, aaaaAAARRRGGH!
And that’s where I am now, Stage Five. I’m hoping there’s a Stage Six or a fast track back to Stage Three (I really enjoyed that one), but for now I’m just going to crawl back under the duvet of despair and hibernate.
Wake me up when it’s December.