We will not try to write 50,000 words in a month. We will write 50,000 words in a month.
This is NaNo, the battle of mind and fingers against the word count and time. This is a time for silly tricks and rule breaking and letting go of obligations. This is the time for us to all, as writers, work together and prop one another up. A time to write I am instead of I'm and a time to give our characters three-word names, all in the name of word count
This is not a time to try.
It is a time to dream and to drink too much caffeine and to bore our coworkers with our plot problems, a time to remember how many pages 50,000 words are (approx. 200), a time to accidentally put on our shirt inside out because we were typing while we got dressed.
This is a time to throw out all conventional wisdom and all brevity, it is a time to skip sleep and laundry and to watch the mess pile up in the living room and shrug it off. We are too busy writing.
This is a month to write, free and clear of any shoulds and shouldn'ts we have accumulated across our lifetimes of composition lessons and writing books.
This is a time to breathe words, to get lost in thoughts of our characters, to learn the first names of the baristas at the closest cafe, to describe our lives in our heads as if we were narrating every moment.
It is the time we get together in a collective insanity, an insanity spanning the world, spanning abilities and ages and genres, all to write 50,000 words in a single month.
It is a time to be warriors, to fight and to win, no matter what kind of literary carnage lies in our wake.
So when someone asks us,
“Are you really going to write a novel in a month?”
We do not look down at our toes and say,
We look them right in the eye, our our shoulders back, and say:
Because dammit, we will. Just try and stop us.