It’s the time of year again. The leaves are changing, I’m getting ready to rake them up and hopefully not hit myself in the face with a stick, and the NaNoWriMo has started!
OK… So that last part is new to me, but it’s apparently been a staple for writers for years. Since I’ve only been doing this for a year and a half now, it’s no wonder I missed it. What is NaNoWriMo, you ask (or didn’t… but I’ll tell you anyway). NaNoWriMo (aside from being a bitch to type) is short for National Novel Writing Month. Their site is NaNo… Fuck it. Just put a .org next to it yourself if you really want to go there. You’re five days late, though.
Unlike Movember, blablaWriMo lets you do something constructive for the entire month of November: Write a 50,000 word novel. It’s totally obtainable if you have no job, kids, or any kind of ambition other than to sit in front of your computer and write the day away (I would if I could… trust me). This sounded like a ton of fun, so I started my account, got a novel outlined of something I’ve wanted to write for a while, and started writing on November 1.
It is now November 5 as I type this, and I have given up on NanananaMo.
“But why, Budgie? Why give up so soon?! You suck!”
The answer is simple yet not simple. NaNoWriMo completely sucks the fun out of writing! To understand my dilemma, you must understand how I write: sporadically. I write on my breaks at work. I write while my daughter does her homework. I write in the small amounts of time in between the busyness of everyday life. Sometimes I can get down a thousand words in a day. Sometimes I have enough time to do five. Sometimes I do a whole fucking lot.
NoNoWroMo tells you how many words you need to write in a day to finish on time and “win”. It’s 1,667 to start. Once you have a day where you write less than that, the number goes up. And up. And up. AND UP! I guess I can’t handle a deadline. Then again, writing isn’t my full time job, and I have no ambition to make it a full time job.
Let me talk about the “win” part for just a moment. There is no “winning” the MoMoBoBo. I mean there is, if you’re into that whole “I wrote a 50,000 word novel in thirty days, so I must be a winner at life” type of stuff. You get fake internet badges and could claim next year that you wrote a novel.
Am I jaded? Perhaps. I did enter the MoNaWriRo forums to speak with my fellow Nomos about general stuff. It turns out
**edit: Budgie wrote a tirade about the NaNoWriMo forums and all writing forums in general, but the content was removed due to its graphic nature and for fear of the trolls that lurk about said forums. Thank you for your understanding. We now join Budgie’s blog post, already in progress.**
from under their mother’s dress!
OK. Now that’s that’s out of the way, I can tell you what I was (and am) working on for WroMoNaNa (and now for myself): Unnamed. This is a spin-off of a character (The Unnamed Son of Drog) from Askharoth. I became enamored with The Son of Drog while I wrote the final version of Askharoth (now 99 cents on Amazon.com until Friday).
So what’s this mean for you? Nothing at all. You just read all of this. Unless you want to read The Son of Drog book. I’m having a lot of fun with it. So far, I have him planning an escape from Hell, battling giant spiders, flashing back like a mother fucker, and coping with… WHOA! Spoiler alert… Anyway, that gets you up to around chapter 4. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it yet. Maybe I’ll post it on this site. Maybe I’ll smooth it out for an ebook. All I know for sure is that NoNoReRe isn’t getting their greasy Young Adult fiction loving hands on it!
Therefore, I say unto you, NaNoWriMo, YOU SHALL NOT TAKE THE FUN OUT OF WRITING FOR ME!
P.S. I cheated anyway. I started writing this thing over a week ago. I’m over ten thousand words already, and I chose a character whose name is four words long. SUCK IT, NANOWRIMO!