Nonowrimo

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.