I finally did it. I mean it. I leaped right over the edge of sanity and landed so far on the other side I can barely see the border. Yeah. The NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. You may have heard of it, but if you haven’t, the name should tell the basics. The participants attempt to write 50k words between November 1st and November 30th and enjoy that mindless literary abandon for one month straight.
That’s right. I’m supposed to work on my thesis, graduate, get a job and find a new flat, and I want to write a novel. Like, right now. My therapist has some very interesting, if unsurprising, things to say about this. Sooooooo anyway, I kind of wanted to do this thing for several years now — pretty much ever since I first heard about it. I thought it was crazy – a whole book in just thirty days? I like crazy! A friend of mine on Facebook mentioned NaNoWriMo sometime in October (I’d probably have missed it otherwise. So if I don’t graduate, it’s all your fault, Weiying!) at around the same time I was snooping around my old “stories” folder. I found a piece of text (two pieces, really, but that’s beside the point) which 1) was actually pretty interesting, 2) I couldn’t remember writing and 3) have no idea where it was supposed to go, 4) using some words I didn’t even know the meaning to. I know, right?
So obviously I patched the text up a bit, set up an account at NaNoWriMo, and now I’m at almost 7000 words! I’m way behind — I should have about 23,000 — but I’ve produced about 4000 words in the past couple of days. I mean, it’s likely I won’t make the target, but it’s nice to think I might actually one day be able to write a whole story, complete with beginning, middle part and end. That would be pretty cool, right?
So, uh… thesis tomorrow, then?
PS: Mad baking experiences to be shared next! With photos! And stuff! Yay!
PS2: I just realised I already mentioned about the NaNoWriMo earlier. I guess this post is pretty pointless, huh?