This is the worst possible time for me to be taking on more stuff to do.
I’m working two jobs, which only leaves me without a single day off every week (and that might go soon as well). The rest of the year is going to be all early mornings and no daylight and even less spare time. Participating in National Novel Writing Month is the absolute worst idea I could possibly come up with.
That’s why I’m doing it!
I’ve given it few tries over the years. I’ve failed every time. I was always too busy. But I was definitely less busy than I am now.
To “win” Nanowrimo, a work of at least 50,000 words must be completed during November. That breaks down to around 1,667 words per day. I type 80wpm on a bad day, and when I’m really up for it I can clear 100 easily. When I type it sounds like rainfall. If this were a typing challenge, I’d only need about 20 minutes a day.
It’s the thinking part that will defeat me. Except that it won’t because I’m going to do it this time. And this time, I have my little blue iBook. I already carry an enormous red messenger bag, what difference will a few pounds of antique laptop make in there?
If I can make up reasons to take on such a ridiculous challenge, I can totally make up a novel in a month. Just you wait and see. Except that I probably won’t show it to you because it’s bound to be terrible.