It’s official. I’m crazy. While this is not news to anyone who knows me, the reason for the declaration could be. I write. (Obviously. This is a blog for gravy’s sake.) It’s my dream job is to be like Diane Keaton in Something’s Gotta Give. Sitting at a huge mahogany desk, in my amazing beach house that was expertly decorated by the peeps at Pottery Barn and Anthropologie, and writing. All day.
Anywho… during one of my many Apartment Therapy surf sessions, I stumbled upon this little thing called NaNoWriMo. The goal is to write 50,000 words in a month in order to prepare your novel. I have put together a few of short stories over the years but never gave much thought into what to do with them. After checking out this website, and the all of the different kinds of writers that participate, I have decided to take all of the ideas and stories that float around in my head and put them on paper… well technically, they’ll be on screen, but you know what I mean.
As of this very moment, I only have a little over 7,200 words. And I have a LONG way to go before I reach 50,000. They say the key to reaching the goal is to set aside time each and every day and focus on writing. Honestly, the idea of forcing myself to write sounded more painful than working out. Fortunately for me, I am finding that the more time I make to write, the more ideas start flowing, and the closer I get to reaching the end.
I have fully accepted that I may not get to the 50k by the 30th, but I’m totally okay with that. I think I just needed the excuse – maybe push is a better word – to get my ass in gear and actually do something with what makes me insanely happy.