Last month was for prep and prewriting, especially over at NaNoPlotMo, but now November has officially arrived. In fact, I’d even go so far as to say it has come barreling down the hallway, tripped on its socks, fallen through the door, and landed face first on the living room rug. And with it, showing just as much poise, came NaNoWriMo.
If you’ve been living under some form of boulder shaped item, and were not previously aware, National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is an annual event in which
crazy people writers commit to writing 50,000 words of a novel in 30 days. And now, for the fourth year running, I’m one of them.
This year’s NaNo started with less of a bang than previous years. Possibly owing to the 1st being a Tuesday, which is undoubtedly one of the most uncreative days of the week. I was in bed before the midnight launch, and didn’t actually get to write anything until sometime mid-morning. Where-as previously I would have been up to the 3,ooo word mark before breakfast.
Graceless entrances aside, the first week has been a productive one, and I’m pleased to say I managed to crack 15,000 words this morning. I’ve managed to stay ahead of the minimum targets, and I’m now working actively to build up a much-needed buffer, which will get me through a few out-of-town work trips where day’s productivity will not be centred on writing.
That being said, I should probably get back to it.