So it all starts tomorrow. The typeface flag drops at midnight, then we’re off to the writing races, and I think this is the first year that I am not feeling nervous, only excited. I’ve even logged into the NaNoWriMo site at this point, so I mean it.
I think one of the best parts about NaNoWriMo is the change that can happen from one end of the month to the other. If you’re doing a traditional NaNo (this year, I am not) you can start Day 1 with absolutely nothing and end on Day 30 with something you’ve created from that nothing. That’s the best kind of magic.
In my case, this NaNo is all about unfinished business. I’m taking the manuscripts that are nearly done, partially done, almost done, and getting them to a first-draft ending. I’ve dubbed it my NaNoFiMo, or “finishing month.” Their unfinished states needled me, nagged at me, even when I didn’t know it was happening, so I’m bringing them home.
Well, technically, they’re already home, but you know what I mean.
NaNo is usually about fresh starts, clean, new pages, untainted beginnings, but that’s not what I wanted this year. It’s not what I needed this year.
We’ll see how it goes, the gathering of (at least) 50,000 words as November goes on, scattered across universes, across ideas, perhaps across genres. Each one finished a small personal victory.
Because that’s what NaNo is really about. It’s personal victory. It’s taking a challenge for no other reason than because you want to, because you’ve chosen to take it on.
Everyone limber up your typing fingers. We’re nearly there.