I’m doing something crazy in November. I don’t know if I’ll succeed, but I’m going to give it my best shot.
When I was in grade 10, I crossed the finish line with a fantasy novel that had something to do with the balance of the world, death and life, and good and evil. I haven’t looked at those 50 000 words since, don’t even know if I still have them somewhere.
In my second year of university, I tried again. This time, I only made it to about 15 000 words as my story waned and remained unrescued. The going got tough and I gave up.
This time around is different. This time around, I have the full support of an amazing husband. This time around, I also have a full-time job that could have the potential to get busier than ever before in November.
More concerning though, I’m a different person than I was when I was in high school, and even than I was 5 years ago as a university student. My writing is different. The way I view the world is different. The way I view the role of words in the world is different.
I have no idea if I can write a novel that stays true to what I believe a novel should be that is still gripping and entertaining and enough to keep me focused for the whole month.
I guess we’ll find out.
This is exactly what I’m doing: 30 days. 50 000 words. 1 finished novel.
(Anyone else? Do you think I’m absolutely mad for attempting this?)