Gearing up for this year’s NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month, in November. The goal is to write 50,000 words of non-fiction in the 30 days of November. It works out to be a little less than 2,000 words a day … last year, when I was on a good roll I could write 1,000 words in an hour. So, I need just 50 hours of being on a good roll. Unfortunately, it prolly won’t go quite like that.
Last year–my first year of NaNoWriMo–I slightly exceeded goal, and impressed myself with the accomplishment. I’d never been one of those folks who dreams of writing a novel, but last year the challenge seemed just right for me at just the right time.
I expect that this year NaNoWriMo will be “good” for me in many of the ways it was in 2009. I do hope that the wrist I broke in September is sufficiently recovered by November 1st. (Which reminds me, I better order up some of that Power Putty to start conditioning.)
A small bit of a storyline/concept presented itself last night, as I was driving north on Highway 21, and pondering the way that deer seem to like to stand right beside the road. I mean, there are 100s and 1,000s of acres there for them to roam, and yet so often there are deer just dawdling near the shoulder of the road. And I tried to remember what the Huichol Indian told me on the beach in Yelapa, about the maize and the deer and sacred journeys (but I forget precisely what he said, just remembering the gist of how the deer escorts the peyote user into other realms).
Anyway, November 1st will be here any moment. I’ve got some thinking and research to do.