Whenever November starts to creep up, I feel NaNoWriMo lurking closely behind, with its arms folded and eyebrows raised, expectantly waiting for me to pick up the proverbial pencil (which sounds more writer-y than to say ‘open up a document in Microsoft Word’) and start writing again.
The truth is, I haven’t really written any fiction that wasn’t for school since… well… I don’t even remember. One downside I found about post-secondary school, especially being an English major, was that my once all-consuming love of reading and writing was almost completely snuffed. Now that those days of essay writing, syllabi, and long treks to campus are behind me, one of my goals for 2018 was to start reading for fun again. I used to be constantly reading (like we’re talking Rory Gilmore levels of literary consumption) but when the curricular readings started piling up, my love of the written word decreased. I would officially like to (half-seriously) blame it entirely on Modernist Lit.
So now that we’re well into the the twilight of this year (eek!) I am happy to say I have officially surpassed my goal of reading fifty books purely for pleasure and even adjusted my Goodreads Reading Challenge to reading sixty-five books by December 31st 2018 (you can check out what I’ve read so far HERE if you’d like!).
As much as I’d like to extend my comeback to writing as well, I have become more aware of my limits. It’s fine and dandy to set great lofty goals for yourself, but it really accomplishes nothing when they aren’t realistic. That said, I’d like to give it a shot! November was always a horrible month with school because more often than not, all the big assignments were due. Last year, I was on the hunt for full-time employment and that was another kind of stress altogether. Now, I have no group projects or MLA formatted papers to write and I have two jobs… so I’m going to dip my toes back into creative writing.
Still, I know who I am and that it’s unlikely I’ll have time to get all 50,000 words written in one month. There are lots of other things I want to get done in other avenues of life… and walking across the stage with that cap, gown, and diploma didn’t magically erase the fact that I am a next-level procrastinator.
So here it is, my official letter of intent. Intent to try, anyway. We’ll see how it goes!
Thanks so much for reading this post! Have you ever participated in NaNoWriMo (or a similar event, such as Inktober?)? I’d love to hear from you!