I’m going to be completely honest here, and just say that I have no idea where this post is going to go. I just (finally) made my account for NaNoWriMo after realizing in class this morning that it was November already, and I felt compelled to write about it.
Now, again complete honesty. I’ve been trying to work on a plot since I realized it was October. I forgot about that very quickly as the days quite literally grew wings and flew away. I have a few scattered ideas, but again I’m going by the way of the pantser and hoping to get at least 25k words, celebrating if I somehow make it to 50. But this time, many things are different. I have a reliable computer, a two-person cheering squad, and and a global pandemic currently keeping me from leaving the house.
I’m not sure how far I’ll make it or if I’ll even make it out of the starting gate, but I’m going to try, and keep a positive outlook. If you tell yourself you’re going to fail, even if you’re trying while doing so, nine times out of ten, you’re going to fail. So no, don’t embrace failure before you’ve actually failed. Yes, there’s only twenty-seven days left in the month. Yes, that means that I have to write 1,852 words every day starting tomorrow to succeed. But come on. It can’t be that hard, right? The last essay I wrote was 591 words long, and I wrote it in about an hour. And to add to that, I hate writing essays. So if I can write something I hate like that in an hour, can’t I write something I love to write in less?
One of my biggest strategies, and I don’t encourage you to do this as I’m no professional, is to just write. Don’t worry about grammar, about sentence structure, spelling and errors. Maybe it’s just me, but if I let myself worry about all of that, about the quality of my writing, either I produce something bad despite all my worrying, or I don’t write anything at all. There’s this wonderful thing called editing- use it. Write your heart out and once you’re done, edit it. Then edit the edit and edit the edited edit until it has reached a satisfactory level of editing. But don’t worry about that while you’re writing! Again, it may only be me. But if you’re like me, the terrifying thought of editing is like a wall. A wall that you’re terrified you’re going to crash into if you don’t stop what you’re doing right now.
This is going to be tough if I plan on making it, but I do plan on making it. Whatever “it” is. Even if I don’t make the word count, I made something, and that’s what counts. Each word it a step closer to a goal, which is a step closer to a finished book. And yes, I’m completely flying by the seat of my pants on this one. Yes, it’s probably going to be a dumpster fire ranging over six different genres. But hey, you gotta start somewhere!
This post has been sponsored by Henryboiii, the derpiest rooster I’ve ever owned.