(or, A Euphemism for the Long, Lonely Hours of Eye Strain and Carpal Tunnel)
I aim to be a writer. Or rather, I am a writer in the sense that I can and do write, but I don’t have that hazy distinction of being “published.” I suppose you have to finish something before that can happen. You see, I favor that archaic form of literary expression known as the novel. Novels, coincidentally, are often quite long and can take a rabbit’s age to complete halfway-decently. At least, that’s what I’ve found. So far, my dedication to my craft hasn’t managed to outshine my dedication to my job, my studies, my video games, and all those other trivial day-to-day concerns. But this year, my goal is to complete, for the very first time, a full draft of a novel. I mean, we survived a hypothetical Mayan apocalypse for cryin’ out loud. It would be reckless not to go do something crazy!
Last November, I participated in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writer’s Month) for the second time, and “won” for the first. Those of you who are familiar with this event will know exactly what that means, but for those of you who aren’t, the goal of NaNoWriMo is for its participants to write 50,000 words of a new manuscript in 30 days (the month of November). That is hard, but far from impossible – and I speak from experience! But keeping up that pace? That proves to be a bit more suicidal than I’d originally hoped. Instead, I’m trying to write about 3,000 words per week until the first draft of the manuscript is finished (around 150,000 words, I’m guessing). I’ll post updates here as I have them, along with insights on the process and what it’s like to forget what sunshine looks like.
Looking forward, I’m strangely optimistic. I’ve already written a little over 60,000 words, what’s 90,000 or so more? I’ll come out of this a legitimate author or a raving lunatic, so basically, it’s a win-win scenario.