National Novel Writing Month was a snore and a chore for me last November, just like it was the year before that and the year before that and probably the few years prior to that. In fact, this year I was so blase about my novel that when I accidentally erased the whole thing shortly after I finished it, I didn’t blink an eye or even care. After eleven years of this, I have fallen out of love with writing a novel in November.
What does it mean to succeed at nanowrimo? Most people’s first answer would be to reach that elusive 50K. In the years I’ve been participating, I have met this word count every year except one, my very bad year of 2003. So…you might call this feat successful, impressive, admirable…but is it really? Is it really an accomplishment if I write almost nothing from one November to the next and have never harbored much love or commitment to what the novel I have written? What’s the big deal of hitting 50K if I stop right there and stagnate for another year, only to start up again writing about essentially the same thing? Is there even a point to doing it if I have no desire to revisit my work, take it apart and see if there’s anything good in there? In the early years, I would have said definitely yes, but for about the last four years the whole experience has felt off and I have to do something about it.
Enter Camp Nanowrimo, starting April 1st. It’s Nanowrimo‘s alternative (or supplement) to writing in November, and I’m thinking this might get me out of my rut. April is far superior to November when it comes to my state of mind, and maybe, just maybe…maybe…maybe… something entirely different will sprout from the tips of my fingers.
April it is!