It seems like November rolls around earlier every year. I face my usual conundrum: I love the idea of nanowrimo, I believe in nanowrimo, but who has time for nanowrimo? Fifty freaking thousand words.
Then there’s the whole “talentless hack” problem. If you’ve read any of my previous attempts to blog my nanowrimo novel (ok, short story, it’s not like I ever get near an actual 50K word count), you know that I’m a strong starter but I’ve got no game. “Wow, TR,” the readers say, “this is so great. Can’t wait for the next installment.” That goes on until about day 5, when the readers start saying “God, TR, isn’t November over yet?”
So here’s my plan: screw the middle and the end. Story arcs are overrated. I’ma write a novel in 30 beginnings.
This plan will remain in effect as long as I have your support. If you’re not with me, you’re, eh, probably writing your own nano.
Please respond with either
- Drill, bab… oh, wait, I mean Write Baby Write!
- Your time would be better spent elsewhere, TR, preferably farawaywhere.