It’s National Novel Writing Month, or #NaNoWriMo to its friends and twitter followers. The challenge has been set – to write 50,000 words in the month of November. The equivalent to a novel, apparently.
I’ve signed up for the first time and am already feeling the pressure. With 4639 words committed to (digital) paper after two days I’m on target but there’s a long, LONG, way to go and the fact is that at least half of those words were already made in note form. I started this in August after a relaxing weekend in Wales and really thought I’d carry on and see where I took it, but as usual real life got in the way and it languished on the bedside table with nothing more than the odd scribbled note or character detail added since.
In my head I’ve already changed the introduction that I published but the rules of NaNo are that you don’t edit, you just write and write, and write some more, and I’m trying to stick to them. I’m a bit gutted that what is developing appears to be chick lit – not that there’s anything wrong with that, I read loads of it – but I was hoping for something grittier, darker, Larsson-esque maybe, and instead I appear to have fluff. But still, it’s my fluff and I’ll carry on churning it out for the next 28 days or so and see where it takes me.
If you see me at any point in the next month please be kind. The chances are that I’ll look sleep deprived and slightly crazed, I may even have a pencil or four sticking out of my hair à la secretary in Ferris Bueller. The more charitable amongst you will send chocolate and fizzy laces and smile sympathetically…