To write one novel between the first and the last of each month, each novel will be at least 50,000 words al la NaNoWriMo ideals, for a total of at least 600,000 words. Each story will be original and distinct from the others – I won’t torture myself with writing the same thing over and over again, nor will I allow myself to recycle ideas from previous stories. This is as new of material as I can get.
Bonus: If I can, I’d like to make this a baker’s dozen, so I’ll allow myself to work on an old project in the days between novels, should I manage to finish early any given month, which will become lucky 13 novels at the end – if I can find the time.
There are a thousand and one reasons. But it really comes down to one thing: I know a lot of creative, brilliant and wonderful people who are waiting for their “real life” to suddenly become convenient, to move in with them or to rescue them. They work jobs they like ok, or love but aren’t passionate about, or even jobs they hate and know are killing their very soul inside of them. They think they’d have to quit their jobs and take up the big projects full time, or to wait until they can be paid for them or [insert common excuse here].
I’ve been among their ranks for a while now, waiting and wanting for life to become good enough for me to be able to blissfully write stories that sell, stories that matter and people will love and stop me on the street and I’ll just write all the time with no problems, my muse curled like a purring cat in my lap keeping me warm and happy.
But I’m frankly sick of waiting for the muse and the time. I’ve decided after some decent amount of living and researching that real life doesn’t come and perch on your windowsill waiting to be tamed. You’ve got to go out and drag that bastard back by the hair and make it happen for yourself. I want a writing career? I better go make one for myself and stop whining. I’d like to invite anyone brave enough to join me.
This is a blog about my creative and noncreative process of finding and creating my dream. I’m keeping my job,my boyfriend, my responsibilities around the house and in my life. I’m still going to see my friends. And I’m going to write 12 novels in a year. I don’t plan on sharing the novels in their rough drafts, though if there is enough interest, I may be coaxed to share some of it for a donation to either the growing contributions here at the site, or directly to the NaNoWriMo Young Writers Program. This last bit still needs working out, so bear with me while I get things going.
So… there’s this other guy who is doing this too…
Why yes there is. I found out about it after I registered my domain name and was brave enough to google and see if anyone else is as
insane ambitious as I am – and there is! His name is Matt Forbeck and he’s a very accomplished writer. He will, no doubt, have much less trouble and is brave enough to let people read what he’s written. He’s already gotten much more press than I can hope to have here (yes I’m jealous), and I’m looking forward to seeing if I can get any attention from the guy in our parallel endevors. Please check him out!