Wiston Papers
Time out for NaNoWriMo
November
01 thousands of Americans will dust off long-forgotten, dust-covered,
age-yellowed papers buried deep on the bottom shelf of some
seldom-touched book case or hidden in a dresser drawer.
It’s now or never if I’m I’m ever going to do it, will be the unspoken rationale.
I’ll
join this legion of creative yet procrastinating minds. All of us
following the Pied Piper siren song of fame and fortune. The acclaim
that will accrue to us for having spent the next 30 days writing the
great American novel will be the rightful spoils for recognizing genius.
A masterpiece of literature will spew forth from the cacophonous
tapping of a million keys responding to the urgency of fingertips to
record the words that will transfix a multitude of readers.
OK.
It won’t happen. But it will be fun anyway. I’m talking about
National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). November is when many of us
decide to spend 30 days writing a book. Some will use the period as
stage one of a serious project. Much more will have to be done before
the draft becomes a published book. It takes more than a month to write
a novel worthy of publication.
Most
of us will just tackle our idea for the satisfaction of having churned
out 50,000 words on a single topic over the course of a month. We have
no pretense that our product will ever appear between two covers in a
bookstore. We just want to see what we can write.
Some
of us will get the courage to let a few close relatives or friends look
at our effort--with the caveat that they be kind. Our egos are
fragile.
Our
son was kind in his assessment of my first NaNoWriMo creation. “Well,
it’s a first draft,” he said. That was it. Only later did he have more
detailed comments.
I
think he was trying to spare my feelings. My fault really. I did ask
him to look at my manuscript as if I were serious about publishing it.
He was right of course. It needed much more work.
Do you have any better ideas, is what I inferred from his diplomatic reticence to expand on his original critique.
This Thursday I begin again. I have four ideas rumbling around in my brain. And I’ll settle on one of them before then.
Meanwhile, I may write one more blog before I take my annual hiatus and join the NaNoWriMo community.
Who
knows. You may read some descriptions of my frustrations here about my
experiences during the coming month. Those anecdotes may actually be
better reading than my novel.
Steve Coon
October 29, 2012
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