Why am I doing it? When it is obviously a CRAZY thing to do?
(Nanowrimo stands for National Novel Writing Month. Participants write an entire novel of at least 50,000 words during the month of November. For this they get — more crazy. Plus satisfaction.)
And, a completed first draft.
I’m doing it because if I don’t, at the end of November, I’ll still be fiddling and twiddling with my firstborn (The Sower). I can’t seem to quit revising it. I’ll be almost in the same place I am right now.
I haven’t written anything truly fresh in AGES. So. Nanowrimo.
I’ve done this once before, and although the book was truly dreadful, I was amazed at what the concentrated effort actually netted me. The pace unlocked me. I hated it. I loved it.
So, I’m doing it. I hope the magic happens again.