I was going to try to lose ten pounds this month. Instead, I’m going to write a novel.
Really. Yesterday, in a fit of madness, I signed up for a little thing called NaNoWriMo—otherwise known as National Novel Writing Month.
What is it?
Well, on November 1, thousands and thousands of people start writing. By November 30, you’re supposed to have written 50,000 words—and completed a 175 page novel. Easy peasy.
But you know what’s really interesting? As of 9:30 a.m. yesterday, I didn’t have a clue what I was going to write about.
Now I do, of course (at least vaguely). Here’s my plot summary, as it stands now:
“When Becky leaves the big city (and her no-good boyfriend) for a job as a small town copywriter, she’s ready for some big changes… but turning up pregnant is more than she bargained for.”
If some elements of that synopsis up there sound familiar, it’s because I’m pulling from my experience (at least in part). After all, when you’ve only got 30 days to finish a book, you kind of have to write what you know.
So what do you think? Does it sound vaguely interesting? Would you read it, if trapped on a desert island with no other form of entertainment?
It’s only Day Two, so if you’ve been jonesing to write a novel, come on over and join the insanity. I’m amberpagewrites (of course) if you want to buddy up.
Oh and don’t worry, I’ll keep blogging away. I may not be blogging coherently by the end of the month, but I’ll be blogging.
Feel free to send encouraging words my way. Or booze. Or chocolate. Or even all three! I have a feeling I’m going to need them all before this is over.