I’m apprehensive about committing to this spring’s edition of Camp NaNoWriMo, mainly because I’m not even certain I’ll have the kind of time necessary to reach the 50K word mark.
Part of this apprehension, I’m thinking, comes from my horrible performance during last November’s NaNoWriMo run. We were short-handed at work during the first half of the month, and I signed up to cover many of the resulting empty shifts. I took my NaNoWriMo notebook to work and wrote as much as I could during the few minutes of break time I had, but I was falling behind my target word count at an embarrassing pace, to the point where I was more than 10,000 words behind schedule.
And that’s about the time where I was ‘promoted’ to a new position.
And that’s about the time I stopped participating in NaNoWriMo completely.
I wasn’t really that bummed about how things turned out; reading through what few words I did write down, I realized my supposed story was going absolutely nowhere, anyway. Each page was essentially a different topic. Instead, I went back to working on my other works in progress.
Just the other day—and for the first time since last November—I cracked open that NaNoWriMo notebook with fresh eyes. I still couldn’t find a discernible direction, but the overall result gave me an idea of what I can do this time around: I will create a series of short stories.
Keep this in mind, though: I reserve the right to change my mind a few dozen times before April 1.
Also keep this in mind: I’m still at that job I was ‘promoted’ to last November, so I still run the risk of having the same lack of hours to write as I did back then.
But, keep this other point in mind: this is an invitation to write, so I’m taking it.
As if I really need an invitation.