It really is kind of ridiculous. I’ve been piling things on my winter plate, and, as always, I am a glutton. I will not be home for the first half of November. No getting up at 4:00 a.m. to sip tea at my desk by the heater and write in the quiet darkness. No flower-scented candles. No Radio Praetoria playing music that sings to the soul and sparks the imagination.
Rather than plodding along at a comfortable 2,000-words-a-day pace, I expect I’ll be scrambling for 4- and 5,000 words a day in the last two weeks. I don’t especially like scrambling.
But, oh, I do like NaNoWriMo. Blasting out a story, seeking quantity over quality. It’s fun! And the surprises–digging so deep and recklessly for ideas always churns up surprises.
Sure, I could hammer out 50,000 words in December instead of November, but then I wouldn’t have a cool badge to post here. So for better or worse, I’m in. I’m pretty sure Becca is, too. Right, Becca?
Categories: Children's writing