It's NaNoWriMo 2007!
current mood: pensive
November is NaNoWriMo!
For the uninitiated, which I was until the beginning of THIS month, that's National Novel Writing Month. It's more international than national, but apparently InaNoWriMo just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Kicking off on the 1st of November, the goal is to write 50,000 words by the 30th. Yes, 50,000 words. A small novel. That's 1667 (approx.) words a day, every day. Or 11669 words, in one mammoth session each week. It's up to you. You don't edit it (that's saved for December) and yes, you'll type some crap, but 50,000 words is the goal, which I am assured is do-able.
October is officially planning month, if you're sensible.
I have signed up for this lunacy. I am supposed to be planning. Instead my life has become a long round of procrastination. I sit down to begin planning and instead I surf the net for two hours. Suddenly the washing up seems much more urgent than it ever has before and of course, there's always a thick layer of dog hair to be removed from the carpets - one of the downsides of owning a pet labrador. Children need feeding, wiping, reading to and wrestling to bed. But of course, these are all activities of old. Most of them are even things that I am, in fact, SUPPOSED to be doing.
Apart from these everyday jobs, more novel ones of less dubious value have begun suggesting themselves. Alphabetising the books and then changing my mind and arranging them in order of size. Changing my mind again and rearranging them by subject matter. Cleaning the drips off the side of the liquid soap bottle, removing gunk from the overflow, polishing the leaves of plants. Refilling all the salt cellers, pepper mills and ketchup bottles. Removing dirt from the screws in furniture with a cocktail stick. Never before in the field of human endeavour have so many things been so pointlessly cleaned using a toothbrush.
The world will not stop turning if I do not do these things but I feel compelled. Because it stops me from having to sit and face the terrifying prospect of what I have signed up for next month! I am half hoping that I will sit bolt upright in the middle of the night, shout "Eureka!", grab a notepad and start scribbling down the plot I have just come up with in a lucid dream. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M GOING TO WRITE ABOUT! But I'm sure (I hope) I will figure it out.
It's probably just as well actually that I'm doing all this cleaning now, because somehow I don't think much will be getting done in November....