November is National Novel Writing Month, during which over-caffeinated, ambitious and perhaps delusional writers sign up with NaNoWriMo to write a 50,000-word novel in a month. After signing up, writers can track their progress, get pep talks and support, and interact with fellow November novel writers—although I’m not sure who has time for any interaction when trying to write a novel in a month.
When NaNoWriMo started in 1999, there were 21 participants, six of whom won by completing a 50,000-word novel. In 2010, there were over 200,000 participants and more than 37,000 winners. There is no official prize, other than whatever pride or joy you might experience at having completed the Herculean task.
Here’s why I’m writing about NaNoWriMo: I toyed with the idea of signing up for it. You see, I’m between novels right now, which is a vulnerable place to be. My most recent novel, CLEAN BREAK, is finished and in production with a scheduled release date of June 5, 2012. As for my next novel, none of the ideas I’ve been exploring have transformed from spark to blaze yet. So maybe taking one of my ideas and running with it for a month would get me to the level of combustion I need.
I think not. Here’s why. While a 50,000 word novel is an appropriate word count for Young Adult, it’s too short for adult fiction. My first two novels were just over 100,000 words each. And to get to 50,000 words in a month, I would need to write 1,666 words a day, every day. Today, November 1, happens to be a day that I did write that many words, but how many of those words are really worthy of ending up in my next novel? Maybe a couple hundred at most, if I continue to pursue the idea I’m working on. Maybe none.
Which brings up the real reason I’m not participating on NaNoWriMo: that’s not how I write. I’m a slow, deliberate writer. Each day I go over what I’ve written the day before, changing, deleting, adding a little new, slowly building and shaping scenes and narrative. Until I discover who these characters are, what they want, why they want it, what’s stopping them. Until I understand what I have going, if anything.
I’m a turtle when it comes to writing, not a rabbit. I run well in the mud, not on the fast track. I’ve never zipped through a first draft. And I’m not about to now.
So I’m passing on NaNoWriMo and will continue my daily plodding. Maybe this idea will ignite, maybe that one. A few words, a few more. A wrong turn, circle back, try again.