It's December today and I'm sure I'm not the only one scratching my head, wondering where the time went!
Unfortunately for me, midnight, November 30th, heralded failure. Sad face.
Yes. FAILURE.
Basically, I had unwisely signed up to do NaNoWriMo this year. And then... I didn't do it.
For those of you who have no idea what I'm on about... NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month. It's a challenge which you sign-up to online. The idea is to try and write a novel of 50,000 words or more in just 1 month.
There's no prize as such. I mean, they send you a certificate I think - but you don't win a book deal or money or anything. Just the satisfaction of having completed the challenge.
In my case, I thought it would be a brilliant kick up the bum to actually get some of the book I want to write actually written down!
There were numerous reasons to believe at the very outset that I would fail...
1) I'm pretty bloody lazy with writing anyway (as you have no doubt realised by my seldom updates on this blog!)
2) I'm not very creative. Unfortunately, I seem to have been cursed with an overactive imagination (particularly when it comes to anxiety over the numerous and varied ways in which loved ones might cop it. Morbid, I know!) but almost zero creative ability! This combination does not a novelist make!
3) I actually didn't have a story. I had no idea what to write. I have since thought of something but it gets more complicated by the second because I stupidly decided to include quantum physics (which I know absolutely nothing about) time travel (for which all of my current theory stems from the famously incongruous Doctor Who series) and politics (this from someone who actively avoids watching the news). Yeah...
I'm embarrassed to tell you just how few words I managed to write. It turns out that you are meant to spend a good long while planning what to write before November begins.
I ignored all the advice. Barely paid attention to the numerous Youtube videos and, unsurprisingly... failed.
I'm only telling you to alleviate some of my guilt. I can feel Kristina Horner judging me. I'm sorry Kristina...I am not worthy!
Sigh. Maybe next year eh?
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P.S. Did any of you try NaNoWriMo? Have any of you written a novel? Any advice for a lazy halfwit like me?
There's no prize as such. I mean, they send you a certificate I think - but you don't win a book deal or money or anything. Just the satisfaction of having completed the challenge.
In my case, I thought it would be a brilliant kick up the bum to actually get some of the book I want to write actually written down!
There were numerous reasons to believe at the very outset that I would fail...
1) I'm pretty bloody lazy with writing anyway (as you have no doubt realised by my seldom updates on this blog!)
2) I'm not very creative. Unfortunately, I seem to have been cursed with an overactive imagination (particularly when it comes to anxiety over the numerous and varied ways in which loved ones might cop it. Morbid, I know!) but almost zero creative ability! This combination does not a novelist make!
3) I actually didn't have a story. I had no idea what to write. I have since thought of something but it gets more complicated by the second because I stupidly decided to include quantum physics (which I know absolutely nothing about) time travel (for which all of my current theory stems from the famously incongruous Doctor Who series) and politics (this from someone who actively avoids watching the news). Yeah...
I'm embarrassed to tell you just how few words I managed to write. It turns out that you are meant to spend a good long while planning what to write before November begins.
I ignored all the advice. Barely paid attention to the numerous Youtube videos and, unsurprisingly... failed.
I'm only telling you to alleviate some of my guilt. I can feel Kristina Horner judging me. I'm sorry Kristina...I am not worthy!
Sigh. Maybe next year eh?
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P.S. Did any of you try NaNoWriMo? Have any of you written a novel? Any advice for a lazy halfwit like me?
