As you may have guessed, I’m riffing on a James Bond movie title. And why am I doing this? Because once again I’ve been saying there’s something I’m not going to do, but in the end I turn around and–well, it seems like I’m doing said not doing thing.
Allow me to explain.
NaNo is coming up. If you write, and you spend any amount of time on the Internet, you know this, because about now is where everyone who writer–well, everyone who isn’t pretty much making a living off their writing, that is–begins talking about what they’re going to do during NaNoWriMo 2014. It’s what all the cool kids do, doncha know?
Now, I’ve participated in three NaNoWriMos and two Camp NaNos, and I’ve had fun. More or less. See, NaNo is a huge lark for some people: you get down and write, and when it’s over you file away the story and move on to something else. For some people it’s a struggle, like pushing a huge stone up a hill, only you don’t know what kind of stone, and you’re not sure of the name of the hill, so you’re having to stop and ask questions of others along the way.
And for some, you get to the end of the month with this huge document in front of you, and you think, “You know, maybe I should edit and publish this sucker . . .”
I’ve done this last one once, and I plan on doing it again . . . once I get this monster of a Last NaNoWriMo story out of the way.
As I’ve said before, I’ve not given NaNo any thought because I’ve always writing anyway. Of late it seems like I’m taking a night off here and there, but I’m keeping it going. Slow but steady as they say.
Then, the other night, a friend asks if there’s anyone going to do NaNo this year, because her son wants to do it, and she’s thinking about doing it, and oh, man, it’s like dangling a big carrot in front of me, because when someone says, “Hey, anyone wanna WRITE?” I kinda want to join in the fun. Also, she was the one who kinda sorta got me to do Camp this year, and even though I lowballed by total (I only did twenty thousand words), it still gave me a goal to shoot towards.
And since I find it hard to say “No” to this person . . .
Yeah, I’m probably going to do NaNo. But what am I writing? The same novel I started for last year’s NaNo.
Now hold up there, ’cause don’t start in with the “But you can’t do that!” because it’s already been done: Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus was written over the course to two NaNos, so if she can do it, so can I. The way I see it, I can set a goal of sixty or sixty-five thousand words–as I did last time–and do what I can to take a good bite out of Act Three of the novel. I’m hoping to be almost finished with Act Two by the end of November, so using NaNo to write out close to seventy thousand words–if that is even possible–would go a long ways towards finishing the project.
And since I’ve already planed and plotted everything, it’s just down to the writing, isn’t it?
Oh, wicked NaNo and the friends I have who like to dangle literary carrots before my eyes. I keep trying to walk away–
You keep pulling me back.