This is what I’ve been up to this month, why I’ve been blogging even more sporadically than usual: November is National Novel Writing Month, and I’ve been busy squeezing writing into my days here and there wherever I can find time.
It’s been exhausting. I just finished scribbling down my 1,667 (or so) words for the day – I’m writing by hand this year. Yesterday was like pulling teeth trying to get those words out, but it was the best feeling, falling asleep knowing I wasn’t too far behind.
I had three hundred or so words left to go, but that didn’t feel too daunting, considering I somehow managed to write almost ten times that – and on a work day, no less. Somehow, by squeezing writing in before work in the morning, and during my morning break, and while I ate lunch, and then settling down in bed with A Knight’s Tale, I had written three thousand words.
I had also gone to work, taught classes, shelved books, located resources, done my job, cooked lunches and dinners, washed the dishes and brushed my teeth. Then I collapsed into bed and did the whole thing all over again today.
… and I’ll do it tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, every day until the 30th, when I will scrawl those two blessed words, The End. Right now, it seems like a long and exhausting way off, but it’s exhilarating, too, feeling a story form under my fingers from fragments of words and images and half-formed ideas. I never outline for NaNoWriMo, I just run with whatever idea strikes on Halloween or so.
Now that I’ve got my groove back – if I win this year, it will be for the first time since 2007, in my first semester of undergrad – I want to bring this to my students next year, this exhausting, exhilarating, writing life.
… but first, I need to get some sleep.