There is no logical explanation for what I am about to write.
It doesn't make any sense especially when there are so many things against me, time being the biggest thing of all.
I don't have much of it to spare. School. Work. General living. Those three things suck up most of it. Well, sleep does too but I digress.
Regardless, I am once again going to try my hand at NaNoWriMo. I've had an unquenchable desire to start writing again. Ideas that are begging to be put onto paper, to have a life of their own. But none of them (I am sad to say) are novel worthy. They are short snippets of what might be or could have been. None of them have a full shelf life of more than a few passing glances, but that's the basis of this years project.
Each time I've sat down before for this project, I've had grand delusions of a full-fledged "novel", trying to squeeze pages out of a story that just wasn't there. In the overall view of things, I'm not a "novelist". My words belong in short stories and essays (I suppose this is why I have a blog or three) and that is how I plan to attack this years project. Small stores, snippets into the lives of those characters who live inside my head. Who are all connected yet separate.
My initial thought would be a story a day. A small glimpse into my favorite part of writing, the characters. But even that seems to limiting. Some will have more to say. Some less. So I'm going to keep it fluid and if needed constantly changing. Because for me, the only way I can write is if it feels honest, uncontrived and without any sense of direction.
It doesn't make any sense especially when there are so many things against me, time being the biggest thing of all.
I don't have much of it to spare. School. Work. General living. Those three things suck up most of it. Well, sleep does too but I digress.
Regardless, I am once again going to try my hand at NaNoWriMo. I've had an unquenchable desire to start writing again. Ideas that are begging to be put onto paper, to have a life of their own. But none of them (I am sad to say) are novel worthy. They are short snippets of what might be or could have been. None of them have a full shelf life of more than a few passing glances, but that's the basis of this years project.
Each time I've sat down before for this project, I've had grand delusions of a full-fledged "novel", trying to squeeze pages out of a story that just wasn't there. In the overall view of things, I'm not a "novelist". My words belong in short stories and essays (I suppose this is why I have a blog or three) and that is how I plan to attack this years project. Small stores, snippets into the lives of those characters who live inside my head. Who are all connected yet separate.
My initial thought would be a story a day. A small glimpse into my favorite part of writing, the characters. But even that seems to limiting. Some will have more to say. Some less. So I'm going to keep it fluid and if needed constantly changing. Because for me, the only way I can write is if it feels honest, uncontrived and without any sense of direction.
I'm trying this out for the first time, at the encouragement of a friend who has done it the past three years. Good luck with your writing! I'm excited to get going though doubtful I'll meet the goal.
ReplyDeleteI decided to make an attempt at NaNoWriMo this year too, but I'm not feeling too confidant with my ability to finish. Life's just so hectic right now that I just don't get much of any alone time.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with your first NaNoWriMo!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure I'll finish either, but I dig the challenge.
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