i have this two-year streak of failing nanowrimo where i start the month convinced i’ll ace it this time but end it screaming. and i kind of want to keep it going.
it’s the thirty-first of october, my email is doomed with more ‘this is how you win nano’ messages than i can possibly read in a lifetime, and so am i because i don’t have an outline yet. or like. anything resembling, no matter how loosely, a coherent-looking story idea. i haven’t blogged about any of it either. AND WHERE’S THE FUN IN NANOWRIMO IF I CAN’T SCREAM ABOUT IT ON THE INTERNET AND EVERYWHERE I GO?
in 2022, i pulled an all-nighter and wrote up ten pages worth of notes, most of which were made up of all-caps screams. but i used gel pens and at least they looked pretty.
i wrote stories in clothes shops and on my phone in moving cars. in restaurants when i was bored and while walking down the street. but all of it only amounted to a 6.5K total so we’d still have to call it a fail.
in 2021, i pulled up all the documents worth of notes i’d written in online phys ed lectures (i’m aideen cleary and i hate P. E. but my teachers are worse than ms. devlin and they won’t let me search up eccentric diseases to get out of doing jumping jacks every time. ALTHOUGH IT ISN’T FOR LACK OF TRYING) (HA i’m not even kidding. i got my mom to write me notes before every compulsory swim class in fifth grade and the teachers glared at me. i failed P. E. that year) and i tried really freaking hard.
i had exams in november and school sucked and i gave up sleep. i wrote on the moving school bus even though it made my writing look trashy. during every single pause in the lectures and every minute that i wasn’t being taught something.
i wrote 21K words and it’s one of my proudest achievements in life.
but back to 23. i haven’t written a single word of story since early may and the last time i thought about a novel was exactly a year ago. during nanowrimo the last. i have no ideas or outlines or documents with screams. i haven’t spent all my evenings thinking excessively about every single grain of the magic i want to write about.
but, like i said. i want to keep my streak going. because THREE YEARS alright.
and also because nanowrimo’s just plain fun. i love the entire process. every single smollest little bit of it. of rushing through documents, none of which are the one you’re searching for, and of spending all your spare time thinking about words and running around the house screaming about plot holes and how you’re out of ideas and your characters are unruly and won’t listen to you. the challenge of writing more words in a month than you’ve ever dared let yourself dream about writing before.
of screaming too loud and having the neighbors come and shush you every time you write something that’s beautiful, and of laughing on the 30th of november. because you’ve failed, but you’ve also had so much fun.
i want to do it. i want to do all of it again this year.
so i am. i’m going to. albeit a little differently.
welcome, to na-blo-wri-mo: anoushka’s special creation. national “BLOG” writing month. because she isn’t ready to write a full novel yet.
the rules remain the same. but instead of magic spells, she’ll come up with titles. and she’ll write about someone else’s characters, stolen from all the books she’s ever loved.
i’m going to write 50K words worth of blog posts before november ends. and this time, i’m going to win.
(but if that turns out to be a blatant lie, then we’re forgetting i ever promised you anything)
i’m going to write nanowrimo like no one’s ever written it before. i’m going to type more words than i’ve typed in every single month in the whole of 2022 combined. i’m going to be ambitious and screamy and an excited little glob made of chaos. just like i always am when november begins.
because in my experience that’s always so much more fun than winning. and i want to have fun.
i’m going to be wild and i’m going to take the most common advice anyone’s ever given on the 31st of october emails, and i’m not going to care if my writing’s good enough. i’m not going to spend an hour wondering if my humor is weird or awkward or just plain dumb. i’m going to write and write and write like it’s my first draft and there’s no one watching.
i’m going to participate in nablowrimo and it’s going to be SO much fun.
i want stories. tales of every single nanowrimo you’ve ever attempted. how you’ve succeeded and of all your hilarious fails. what were you writing about? what were you thinking about? what were your characters named? and are you going to be brave and do it all again this year?