I'm doing NaNoWriMo this month. That's right, folks, it's time I got around to writing a novel. By the end of November I should have at least 50,000 words and an ulcer because the truth is, I've never written that much in my life. Well, that much of one thing. I do better writing short things like blog posts and thank you notes. Every time I have attempted a novel I've gotten about 30 pages in and decided that 1.) I'm a talentless hack, 2.) I have no imagination, and 3.) I'm going to give it all up and learn how to do something that will actually make me money like cosmetology.
But can you think of a better time to do it than right now? I'm a woman of elegant leisure. I have all the time in the world. So what if I don't have an imagination. Or a plot. Or realistic and interesting characters. They say that all you really need is a deadline and November 30th is pretty firm.
But take a look at my list of activities this morning and see how this could play out:
Turned on my computer, all set to write
Checked my email
Checked Google Reader
Read a few articles in the LA Times
Read up on Kim Kardashian getting a divorce (I'm pretty ashamed about that one)
Fixed myself some breakfast
Talked myself out of playing a round of online Scrabble
Wrote this blog post instead
David Franzen (who writes big books) said he removed all games from and physically disabled the Net portal on the computer he writes on. I totally get why. Distractions are the death knell of my creativity.
But I'm determined. So feel free to ask me how the writing is coming along. Check in to make sure I'm keeping up with my daily word count goal (2000/day). Ask me if I have finally come up with a plot line that involves the characters doing more than just sitting and watching TV for 100 pages.
Tyra did it (sort of)(I mean, she wrote a lot of words). Surely I can too.