Friday, November 4, 2011
I finally reached a decision. I'm not doing it. I started doing it. I think I maybe made it 700 words in (or so) before I realized I just don't have time for it. I'm doing a lot of writing for the other blog, and between that, and the kids, and just general housekeeping. I'm stretched pretty thin.
I love the idea of writing a novel. I think the concept of pooping X number of words per night in order to reach an arbitrary total number of words starting no earlier than an arbitrary month is . . . um. . . arbitrary. And sort of equates to writing badly just for the sake of writing.
What makes Nanowrimo a good concept is that it gives folks a start time, pushing them out of inaction. It gives them a target word count, getting them into the habit of writing. And it gives them some support and additional motivation to get started and to keep going. . . twitter, the website, suggestions, ideas, and more. It's a good concept (like I just said). And I suppose to someone who has a good idea that he's just dying to get out of his brain and onto "paper" it's a great motivator.
Having said that, I have an idea. It's an "okay" idea. But it's not a 50,000 word idea. At least not right now. And while I'm sure I could inject it with words in order to ultimately get to 50,000. . . I have enough shit on my plate without adding that particular turd.