In just two hours here in Iowa, it will be November.
Some of you may know that November means it is National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo, for short), and a few of you may even recall that 2 years ago, I actually participated. Yes, I did. I even wrote 50,000 words worth of what one might call draft zero of a novel. When I finished, I decided the exercise of writing it was worthwhile, but the result was likely was utter garbage. I had great intentions of revisiting it, but life happens, and 2 years later, I have finally had the courage to reread some of it.
It’s not utter garbage. Oh sure, it’s mostly garbage, but there are actually a few gems in there. So, some day, I may very well work at rewriting it, probably from scratch, but here it is November again, and a brand-new Nanowrimo is starting up, and the “rules” say you have to start a NEW project.
I know. I know. When do I have time to write, you are wondering? Well, I don’t really know the answer to that, but here I am contemplating the novel-shaped idea I have been brainstorming whether I wanted to or not over the last two weeks.
And then…there’s this other project called, DigiWriMo (Digital Writing Month), and the idea is to write 50,000 words, but not necessarily a novel: to explore, well, writing that is digital: Facebook, Twitter, Blogs, Wikis, code, collaborative writing, etc. Only problem is that I haven’t the faintest clue what I would write about in those formats.
Very little of what I’m doing these days is “worth” 50,000 words shared with the world in a month. That makes it sound like I’m being hard on myself, and I’m not: some of it is that I CAN’T talk about what goes on at school, and while this used to be a blog about quilting, I think it’s pretty safe to address the obvious: Suzanne is not quilting these days. At all.
Also, a lot of the people that I see participating in digiwrimo are academic teachers/professors/librarians/historians/students…. — and I’m finding that a bit, well, not intimidating, but…well….some word that means not really intimidating, but maybe a little intimidating. Maybe I need a thesaurus.
So, what does all of this rambling mean? Well, I guess it can be summed up as: I might be trying to write 50,000 words this month, and those words might be part of a novel, or something else entirely, either here on my blog or on Twitter or Facebook, or….
I might just go curl up with a book. Or my knitting.