I'm officially a Novel Writer now. Or at least I will be at 12:01 a.m. on November 1st.
What the Hell have I done? And why do I allow myself to be influenced by my friends? Apparently teen peer pressure is still a concern when you are in your late 40's.
With the click of a "sign up now" button, I have turned myself into an excited, nervous wreck. What did I sign up for, you ask? This:
November is national writer's month and the great folks at National Novel Writer's Month have an annual challenge/contest. The challenge is to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. It's free to sign up and the only prize is the exhilaration of success. It sounds like a blast. It sounds like pure torture. It sounds like being water boarded with champagne. Want to join me? All it takes is the click of a button...
Do you know what's funny? I'm not the least bit concerned about what I'll write about. Well, okay, maybe a teeny tiny bit concerned about that, but really, who cares. I'll be writing 50,000 words in 30 days. It's expected to be total garbage. It's basically a 30 day timed write and timed writes are never expected to be great. What I'm worried about is the timing. I mean, it's happening in November. The time of year when every single waking thought and most of my dreams are centered on Christmas. I get so excited about Christmas that I can think of nothing else for the entire month of November, and frankly, most of October too. Ok, let me be honest. It's July, it's 100+ degrees outside and I'm already starting to get that Christmas tingle. How am I going to write a novel when all I can think about is Christmas? Well, at least I guess I know what my setting will be.
My other concern is Etsy. I just opened a shop on Etsy and although my shelves are completely bare at the moment, I plan to be their number one seller by the end of September. By Christmas, I will be so successful that my husband can retire and I can stop looking for a job. There'll even be that big sailboat I want tied up to our dock. Which means we'll have bought a new house on tidal water. I've got a lot to do between now and Christmas. How in the Hell am I going to write a novel while I'm busily selling my crafts & shopping for houses and sailboats? Oh, and let's not forget how busy I'll be making the items to sell. Sheesh. November is going to be a VERY busy month.
On a totally different note, I don't think I like the word "crafts." In my mind, "crafts" implies pipe cleaners & popsicle sticks. But what's an alternate word? "Art?" I'm not sure what I knit can be considered "art." But then, if I'm going to be top seller & buy that house on tidal water and that big sailboat within five months, I guess I better have a change in attitude. So, I'm officially an artist and a soon to be novelist. Yeah, I could get used to that.