Many of my readers are not writers themselves, and so they may be unaware of the huge event that is Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month – I think, or maybe National November Writing Monstrosity — nope — probably not). Anyway, we’ve just stepped into the month when many writers sign up on a friendly website and promise to write at least 50,000 words before December. If 50K words sounds like a lot, that’s because it is. In Calibri 12-point double-spacing, it’s a good little bit over 200 pages. Requiring a good little bit of inspiration and motivation.
If you see someone on the street with a wild look in their puffy red eyes and a generally disheveled appearance, they may be a writer. If you know someone who writes, and you happen to see them inexplicably and repeatedly pound their fist against their forehead, they may be in the throes of nanowrimo.
1573 words into my first day of nanowrimo (I know it’s actually Nov 2nd, but I was working the other job yesterday), 1573 words into my first story of the collection I’ll try to extract from the depths of my brain before Thanksgiving, I stopped for a bath.
Because baths are warm and cozy. Also because my ideas seem to come most easily when I’m bathing, showering, drying my hair, washing my face, and/or brushing my teeth.
Heck if I know why. It’s weird, I understand.
And so it will go. I will type away this month, between baths and showers, with pruned fingers and unnaturally clean feet, at least on the days I’m not working at the other job. Well, I hope to be typing away. But here is my day 1 and I’m blogging instead. And eating an early lunch and tempted to pause for a good coo at the kitties.
Keep an eye out for us writers. If you see one of us in a panic, frantically looking under tables and benches, searching for the elusive and slippery thing called inspiration, I’d say give us a hug… but, you know, many of us are introverts, so that might scare us away. Now that I think about it, just a smile will do.
Thanks for understanding. And thanks to my family for waiting for me on the other side of nanowrimo, at which time I will retire to the bed for a long winter’s nap.
Back to writing now. Don’t worry about me. I have Halloween candy, lots of coffee, and obnoxiously adorable cats to help me get through this.