I never had strong feelings about NaNoWriMo until this year, when I signed up, but I think I agree with this post. No matter what the dream is, the point of NaNoWriMo is to use a cultural phenomenon as an excuse to do it. Be extravagant. Be active. Treat yourself. It’s awesome and I’m having a lot of fun with it.
November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo to its affectionate friends. If this idea intrigues you, here’s a recent interview with Chris Baty, the man behind the movement. The project began with a few dozen people in 1998; this year’s crowd includes more than 400,000 writers in 200 countries, all trying to put together 50,000 words (in a cunning order, hat tip to Douglas Adams) by November 30th at midnight.
If, on the other hand, the idea engenders feelings of alarm, indifference, queasiness, scorn, or self-loathing, fear not: we’re on our way out of town on a tangent. (I’m also not going to subject you to the first few paragraphs of a would-be novel. I often think that while my desire to write a book is surpassed by my desire to have written a book, I’ve got some different work to do before sitting down to the project.)
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