As many writers are very, very, very aware, November is National Novel Writing Month, commonly called NaNoWriMo. The goal is to write a first draft of a novel (about 50,000 words) in 30 days. It’s pretty much the most terrifying thing I can conceive of right now. And also the most potentially rewarding.
It’s about as scary as looking straight into the eyes of a rhinoceros. Like this:
So every time I think of NaNoWriMo, I inevitably think NaNo-Rhino. (Because it rhymes, see?)
I think of the sense of accomplishment, the fulfillment of a dream, when I have 50,000 words written in front of me. Oh, the glory! That so much could come from my brain!
Wait – from my brain?? That’s when I start to doubt, and the doubt turns into fear, and the fear becomes a nagging paranoia that the NaNo-Rhino is always watching me, waiting for me to come so it can devour my whole life. I feel like James from James and the Giant Peach. If I do it, the Rhino will eat me.
I’m just not sure I have that many ideas in my head, and that I could make those ideas connect into a story, and that they’d make sense, and that I could last for a whole 50,000 words. I feel like somewhere around 10,000 my motor will start to put-put-put and then somewhere around word 10,300 I’ll run out of gas and grind to a halt.
I find myself going to the NaNoWriMo website almost everyday, looking at the sign-up sheet, reading the pep talks, and thinking, “Well, maybe…”
So should I do it? Should I let the NaNo-Rhino take over?