So my uncle had told me a few months back about NaNoWriMo. He knows I like to write, but I've never bothered to do anything with it. His first book came out last week Tuesday (Dog-Ku - a book of haikus written from dogs' perspectives). Anyway, his proud announcement reminded me own my own former amibitions. Are they still ambitions if you've never done anything about it?
So I pondered for a couple days. It was October 28th. I think the short notice was actually beneficial. I didn't have much time to talk myself out of it. Before I knew it, it was November 1, I had registered and was sitting in front of a blank screen, trying to think of an idea that would last 50,000 words.
My life is busy. I have a full-time job and a new relationship. I have other grown-up commitments on weekdays. I have family and friends who (fortunately) want a piece of my time. All of these things manage to take up pretty much all my time. But Kevin works evenings Wednesday through Saturday. I figured I could manage some writing time.
My schedule is to crank out as much as I can on Saturday morning and evening, and Sunday morning. I managed 10,000 words in the opening weekend. And if there's any free time left Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday night, I fine-tune my half-baked ideas, and get a few hundred more words in. (I know I'm only supposed to go forward, and not to look back, but I found a better path for my heroine. Now that I've made some minor corrections, she has sooo much more potential!)
It's been one week, today, and I still have this evening to work. I ended last night just over 12,500 words. (I wouldn't let myself quit until I hit that 25% mark). I figure I'm right on schedule, and the weekend promises to be gray and chilly - perfect for wearing pajamas and loosing new and crazy plot lines from my brain. I have no idea how the month will shape up, but I am excited.