With the office job on top of the non-office jobs and the
commute and the attempting to maintain my relationships with the various people
in my life, writing has fallen off the radar. That’s a really bad thing,
especially considering the fact that I have a lot of writing goals, and I
originally left my original office job and moved to a small town in order to be
able to afford to write and what I’ve done is–stop writing. I’ve lost sight of
things, and that is always so disorienting.
Grasping wildly at straws, trying to figure out a way to get
it back, while I am still sitting my butt in a cube for five days a week,
getting an email from Chris Baty, founder of NaNoWriMo, all, “You deserve
to take time for yourself! You deserve to be creative and brave and set aside a
big chunk of your life for a crazy project only designed to make you
happy!” And losing my mind.
I signed up for NaNoWriMo! National Novel Writing Month. It’s a misnomer–it’s
more like “national write 50,000 words in one month” month, but that is a
little unwieldy to fit into a handy-dandy acronym, so a novel it is. A fairly
short novel, actually. But a lot of words for someone who hasn’t written that
many words since thesis crunch time in grad school. A whole lot of words for
someone who doesn’t have a lot of time.
You’re supposed to write about 1,600 words a day;
and as of today, you’re supposed to have about 10,000 words or so. I
think I have about a hundred and fifty. That would be words. Not pages or
paragraphs or anything useful. Words.
It’s a hundred and fifty more words than I had last week, so
that’s something. It’s several thousand fewer than I wanted, and that’s
something else. But I want to do this. Despite all the traveling I’m doing this
month, the way my freelance projects should be wrapping up but keep lingering
on and on, despite the fact that I do not want them to, please and thank you.
I can catch up! I’m going to catch up.
This time next week, I’ll be swearing I can catch up with 20,000 words, and the week after, 30,000. At some point, I’m sure I’ll either actually
catch up or finally give up. At this point, it’s nice to think that catching up
is still possible, maybe probable. It’s just a matter of time, and I’ve got
plenty of that ahead of me, don’t I?