November starts this Friday. How that happened, I don’t know. But the year has sped by.
It’s called National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo. And I wrote the first draft of My Mother’s Chamomile last year. This year, I hope to get a good start (at least 50,000 words) on my next novel.
It’s completely do-able. I just have to buckle down and do it.
And make sure the writing isn’t completely horrible by the end of the month.
Although I made it last year (in 2 weeks), I’m not so sure about this year. I’m writing a bit of a more challenging, more literary novel. The voice is different. Setting, characters, plot…all very removed from what I’ve written before.
But I’m excited. Very excited.
If I don’t end up making it, oh well. At least I tried.
For now, though, I need to start cleaning off my desk. And stocking up on coffee.
So, tell me. Have you ever set a crazy goal for yourself? Maybe a marathon or a sewing challenge. Did you make it? Give up midway? Do better than you expected? You mind sharing how you did it? I love hearing from you!