I am going to be participating in National Novel Writing Month this year
in which individual participants write 50,000-word novels over the span of the month of November. That’s 1,667 words per day, which isn’t a lot when you consider how much polished writing I wrote for graduate school. The novel I write for NaNoWriMo does not have to be polished. It will not be great literature, but it will be the required 50,000 words, and I will do it.
My plan is not to write a novel at all, but a memoir about my 40-day, 40-night hitch-hiking trip across the country I did in 1979 with my dog, Hoofy. At NaNoWriMo it is okay to be off the beaten path and write nonfiction, so long as it is started on November 1st and not earlier.
Therefore, I could not use my current memoir, After the Funeral, nor would I want to, for NaNoWriMo. Why? Because I don’t want ATF to be a rush job on the first try. I simply don’t want to write it that way. I already have over 20 pages of ATF written, and these pages have been worked and reworked many times.
NaNoWriMo is just what I need right now to boost my self-esteem, and my self-esteem has been floundering ever since I started this recent term at the stand-up class. I have been crying every day for over a week now. This despair is seeping into all areas of my life. Working out at the gym is really helping right now, though, but yesterday while I was working out, all I could think about was class, and my negativity affected my workout. I simply did not push myself hard enough with my exercises.
I will periodically post updates on my progress with my memoir, perhaps daily. I don’t know if I will write at the library or at home. We will see what works best. I think it will be nice to combine a trip to the library with a trip to the gym. Exercise has always been a boost to my writing, and is a nice reward if I’ve had a good writing session. According to the NaNoWriMo site, the second week is the toughest to get through. Lucky for me, I have no Thanksgiving obligations (my family does not bother inviting me for Thanksgiving).
I wish my therapist would talk to me about real life situations, such as my stand-up class and this current project. But she insists on wasting time talking about the ED. My loss.
Wish me luck!