It’s NaNoWriMo again, people! That month every year where budding novelists everywhere try their hand at writing something that will rival that of The Great Gatsby or Catcher in the Rye all within the mere 30 days that November has to offer.
It’s also that time of year when, if you’re hooked in to any form of social media, you’ll be forced to read the status updates of your novel-writing friends 24-hours a day as they piss and moan about word counts, missing them and the occasional elation of actually reaching a word goal for the day. It’s going to be super for everyone!
NaNoWriMo requires that every participant write at least 50,000 words of fiction, in novel form of course, by midnight local time on November 30th. If you break this down to how many words you need to reach a day, it’s only 1666.666 (see anything scary about this?) which, considering your devotion to the project or the creativity turning in your brain, could either be truly difficult or the easiest thing you’ve ever done.
But if you want to write a novel, why not do it on your own time? Why only give yourself a month? Do you think Fitzgerald wrote any of his novels in a month? Even the worst mind-numbing “chick lit” in the world probably takes longer than 30 days to pump out.
It’s a great idea to get people writing, but at what cost? Your liver? Your friendships? Your sanity? Writers are fucking crazy enough as it is, so why add to it with insane deadlines? DID THE CREATORS OF NANOWRIMO NOT SEE THE SHINING?
Hey, if you want to do it, that’s your choice, but here’s what you can expect.