7.24.2009

NaNoWriMo

November. Over 100,000 people. From scratch to 50,000 words apiece.

I just signed up for National Novel Writing Month.

Here's what drew me to the program. Quoting directly from the email the site sends the newly-joined:

"Do not edit as you go. Editing is for December. Think of November as an experiment in pure output. Even if it's hard at first, leave ugly prose and poorly written passages on the page to be cleaned up later. Your inner editor will be very grumpy about this, but your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough. It isn't."

Wow. They know my inner editor really well.

This means laying my current work aside for that month, since previously written prose on a NaNo novel is, according to the site, punishable by death. But the temporary break into a different story and a full-speed, haphazard writing style should be freeing; I can give over the worries about bad sentences and imperfect voice and incorrect symbolism for awhile, and just see what happens.

Besides, I smell challenge--the sort of challenge I cannot resist.

I am so excited.

What will I write? I have a couple of ideas and may come up with more. The next three months should give me some time for sketching out plot summaries. We'll see what intrigues me most on October 31.

Want to join me? I could use some writing buddies for the event. :D

2 comments:

  1. So I'm doing now because of you, and a friend of mine is doing it because of me. You have started a chain reaction of creativity Jenna! :-)

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  2. Awesome! I can't wait. This is going to be fun.

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