It’s NANO time again. No, not time to play your iPod, though that’s certainly the case as well. It’s National Novel Writing Month, the brainchild of Chris Baty, wherein forty-three gazillion people attempt to write a novel in one month (or at least 50,000 words of it). The rules are simple — sit down and write, averaging about 1800 words a day, every day. You don’t plan, don’t revise, don’t listen to your inner critic, certainly don’t listen to outer critics. I’m not going to even attempt to throw out estimates of how many people want to write a novel someday. Someday is tomorrow.
I managed it last year (and god, I don’t even remember which book I wrote — probably SHAMELESS.) This year Kristina Douglas will jump in my recliner and write the fourth Fallen Angel book, which means I have 24 hours to come up with a semblance of a plot before I jump in. It’s all a huge amount of fun, with write-ins sponsored by bookstores and local libraries and competitive word counts and the like. I’ll be a guest on the Storywonk blog this week when they concentrate on NANO and I’ll be pedal to the metal and nose to the grindstone and body parts applied anywhere useful. Full steam ahead!
In honor of NANO I have begun hauling out the Augean Stables that is my office (I’m the granddaughter of a Classics scholar so I tend to go with the labors of Hercules
Somehow I have to juggle the NANO time, swimming, grandson time, elderly mother time, quilting, and all the other things I either must do or want to do. I need extra energy and a dozen fewer things I want to do. One thing I’ve decided to drop from my daily chores is obsessing on how ON THIN ICE is doing at Amazon. People will find it, sooner or later, and worrying about it is a waste of time. Worrying about when I’m getting my snow tires on is more useful. (Making an appointment, even better).
So, who’s for NANO?