After posting/tweeting about my decision to attempt NaNoWriMo, I’ve received an overwhelming response from other writers who have either completed NaNoWriMo or are planning to attempt it this November. To all of you, thank you. Please keep it coming. Honestly, hearing all that positive feedback and encouragement has me pretty excited. And scared. And nervous. I’m starting to freak out a little.
A couple of years ago, I was part of an artists’ book club that met weekly, where I met some really great people from around Memphis—most of whom were fellow artists and/or writers. One of the main goals between meetings was to keep a journal in which you wrote 3 pages worth, every day—morning pages, I think it was called. Even if for only 15 minutes or so. Even if you wrote about nothing, about what you had for breakfast that morning. Just fill up three pages. I think I even once wrote about how soft my cat’s hair felt against my fingers (I only have one, so CHILL before you start calling me a crazy cat lady). But it didn’t matter. The point was: Write. Every. Day. Uncensored. Unedited. The idea was that by putting words to paper every day, it would help you form a habit. It would help clear your head and spark your creativity, get your ideas flowing. And honestly, it was refreshing. The only problem was, I didn’t quite make it. I got busy. I made excuses. But really, I just failed. And I hated myself for it.
I don’t like to fail. Who does? That was only 750 words a day. I’m now about to attempt 1,667 words a day. Am I crazy?
I’m going to pretend you just shook your head no. I’m not crazy. I feel this time around, I’m more committed. With Jaded so close to finished, I’m starting to take my writing more seriously. I WANT this. I WANT to be a writer. Will that be enough motivation?
I hope so. I think so.
What do you think?