Mere hours from the day I've waited 16 years for, I sip cold dregs of tea in anticipation.
NaNoWriMo begins tomorrow. I am happy to finally give it a go. The timing was never right. I was always too busy, too unprepared, too afraid. But this year has involved a great deal of change, so what better way to celebrate than to finally do the thing I'd always put off for "next year".
The book in the picture is "No Plot? No Problem!" by Chris Baty, the guy who founded NaNoWriMo. It takes a bit to get to the point, but did help me feel confident about this exercise. Tl;dr - it's OK to not have a plot, just get to know your characters and universe, and their movements will unfold as you write.
I'm what the book calls a 'corked writer' - I used to write a lot of fiction, then one day stopped. Not by choice. Whatever flowed no longer flowed. But when it did flow, it was exactly as this book says - I'd start writing, and a story would reveal itself in the words. Most times, it didn't feel like me doing the writing; I was nothing but a conduit for events and machinations that made sense at the time. This book also touches on this, being a conduit. I feel validated, reassured that I wasn't crazy. I feel I can be un-corked again.
Just need to spew 1,667 words tomorrow, and it'll be a personal success, whether I make the 50,000 quota or not. It would be nice to finish a whole novel, but I don't want to keep my eyes so fixed on the prize that I forget to enjoy the journey. I'm not ready to be under creative duress. This has to be about the journey. I'm going to need more tea.