I am. I am. I signed up for NaBloPoMo- National Blog Posting Month. I signed up because I’d really like to try NaNoWriMo- National Novel Writing Month whose participants attempt to write a complete novel between Nov 1 and Nov 30 that is at least 50,000 words long.
That would mean that I would have to write about 2000 words a day. Actually, it works out to 1666.66 words a day, only I know I’d have to write more to cover myself on the day or two that I just can’t get to the computer- dress rehearsal days and maybe Thanksgiving and the evening it takes me 2 hours to get home because 4 million cars blew up on the expressway. So that’s 2000 words a day, eat sleep, do laundry, grocery shop, work, knit, go to dress rehearsals at the opera, commute, cook Thanksgiving Dinner- in short- live my life as usual and produce a substantial amount of prose.
Somehow when I envision writing my first novel novel, said writing takes place at one of those retreat places where writers and artists of promise are given grants to hang out in a beautiful setting with privacy, rustic but lovely accommodations (in my mind they are aways Arts and Crafts style- warm wood, a great fireplace, exposed beams, Stickley furniture), a great desk, and meals provided. Of course, I never actually envision my self sitting at the desk writing anything because, frankly, if I did ever get a grant to do that- I’d probably spend all day puttering about in the idyllic scenery, eat way too much free food, and never write anything.
I can, if I have to, however, I think manage 200 words a day. And keep my life going, I hope and then maybe, just maybe, next year I can try 500 words?
Location: and we’re off and running!