RingoSo for the past decade or so I’ve attempted and failed NaNoWriMo. Most of the time I failed because I got discouraged when I fell behind within the first week. Other times I got distracted by other projects. And twice I just spent the whole time designing setting documents instead of actual story. This year I’m trying something different
I’m writing a series of essays and hoping that by the end they will add up to 50 thousand words. I know it’s not really a novel, in any sense of the word, but it is a dedication to writing and keeping myself accountable. It is putting fingers to keys and making pixels jump on screen. It is prose and poetry and the proper placing of words and sentences to convey concepts and imagery. So, I’m gonna count it. Besides, I haven’t really written any fiction lately and have been writing my musings with some amount of consistency for the past few years. While I like imagining myself as a storyteller none of my actions suggest that is actually important to me. While crafting my own personal narrative and musings on the world clearly is.
For the next month I plan on publishing one of the things I’ve written every day. These will be even less edited and thought through than normal. Expect lots of grammar and spelling mistakes, as the goal of this project is not well written pieces of publishable quality but simply banging out enough words to count and doing it every day. Also I doubt my train of thought, which is hardly coherent on the best days, will be easy to follow. My logic may make leaps and assumptions with no backing. I may draw erroneous conclusions that are obviously foolish. I guarantee I will fail to provide the most accurate communication of the idea I’m thinking about and will certainly put out some impressions that aren’t what I’m going for. Cest la’vie. The point of this is not actually the content and if you walk away thinking these quick attempts to boil down larger complex topics are the entirety of my view, well, then that sounds like a problem for you.
Part of me wants to kick myself for being so arrogant to think I’m worth writing about. However I’m not actually asking anyone to read this shit. I’m just putting it up as an accountability tool for myself. Plus I like the idea of sharing my attempts to achieve goals and this is one that I’ve failed many times and I know many others who are on similar roads. It may help and it may not but figure it shouldn’t hurt. If you aren’t interested in my bullshit or don’t want to stumble through barely edited and conceptualized trash, don’t read anything coming up in the next month. If that’s you jam though, baby I got the jelly for you.
See ya tomorrow.