At least, for me.
As I near the finishing line for the first draft of my current work in progress, I’m turning my thoughts to the upcoming National Novel Writing Month, that grand smorgasbord of frenzy and words and coffee. I seriously love NaNoWriMo, and I’m so glad that as an adult I can carve out time to participate, much more than I could in college or high school.
Problem is: I’ve been totally stumped for what to do this month.
See, I’ve been consistently writing 2,000-2,500 words a day (minus weekends) for the past two months. I don’t really need to stress about hitting NaNo’s word counts because I’ve already made those word counts a habit. So what do I have to worry about? What I’m actually going to write.
I have a high fantasy in the querying stage. I’m finishing the first draft of a science fiction. I have a binder full of ideas (not women–well, okay, there are women involved) ranging from paranormal to contemporary fairy tale to magical realism. But I’ve been plugging so hard at this sci-fi WIP. I was kinda looking forward to taking a month off from creating every day, give myself time to rest–though not enough to skip NaNo.
Because NaNo is fun! NaNo is silly! NaNo is about glorious abandon! I don’t have to worry about coming up with my next masterpiece in this month, just about having a good time with my fellow writers all around the world.
Which is why I’ve decided to do something completely different.
I’m going to write a lit-fic romance. No magic, just people and their genitals. And I’m going to do it drunk.
Every evening, for the month of November, I will have a nice grown-up glass of wine, or down a beer really quickly, before I write, and see what comes out.
Glorious abandon, right?
Add me as a buddy on the NaNo website! My profile is here.