For years I’ve seen its hashtag take over my Twitter feed every November, always intrigued and inspired by National Novel Writing Month and the thousands of its participants trying to write their version of the “Great American Novel.”
Despite spending a large part of the past decade writing in the public eye, my personal writing has been primarily, well, personal. Sure, I’ve been a regular blogger for more than four years now, sharing some of my writing life, poems, snippets from interviews, etc. and so forth, but my deep, dark and dirty little secret is that I have wanted to be a novelist since I began scribbling in my first black-and-white speckled composition notebook way back in my tweens.
Working on my novel(s) — yes, there are a few that are always 1. in my mind and 2. those that I work on when the mood strikes — over the years has fallen to the wayside more than I care to admit, thanks to long hours spent giving the bulk of my creativity to my journalist day jobs and that thing called life.
I know that to write a novel will require just sitting down to write it; to really make time for it after all the other things that take place in the course of a day — even if it means missing a few hours of oh-so-precious sleep. I know this, explicitly, but I just never felt confident that I should or even could do it.
But after mounting the seemingly impossible 30-Day Poetry Challenge earlier this year and being in the back half of my first truly successful 365-Day Project, I think taking part in my first NaNoWriMo is a natural progression. Especially considering that for the first time in my life, I actually have time to make time and the flowing creative juices to perhaps finally make something out of all those words, ideas and visions and put a Project Novel on the front burner where it needs to be.
Let’s hashtag the shit out of November, NaNoWriMo!
*title is a play on a line from J Church’s “November” — how great is this line, by the way? “Because there’s no better month than November for embracing with your utter powerlessness in the face of the world around you.”