So, on a whim, I decided to sign up for NaNoWriMo. For those who don’t know, NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month is exactly what it sounds like – a whole month of novel writing. For the whole of November, participants (attempt to) work on a 50,000-word novel.
YEP, IMMA TRY TO WRITE A FRIGGIN’ NOVEL THIS MONTH, FOLKS.
Holy buffoonery, Batman.
Immediate disclosure: I was looking for another word for ridiculousness and found ludicrousness, which led me to my new favorite word buffoonery.
I say buffoonery because, just so you know, my fiction writing experience is Meh, with a capital Meh.
I have never even written a decent short story in my life. When I say that, I really mean I can only remember coming up with maybe four or five pieces of fiction in my entire life.
First, there was that environmental fantasy skit I co-wrote in third or fourth grade. It was about a guy who didn’t care for the environment until he woke up in a world where people had total disregard for the environment. It was such a fun group project and I love the memory of it.
Next, there was that silly piece I wrote under a pseudonym for our high school paper. It was about a student riding the floodwaters in a bucket at school. I know, so weird.
Then there was that picture book I had to write for Zoology class in college. It was about a maltreated elephant shrew tightrope walker (try saying that five times!). It was a class assignment where we had to feature an animal and I really don’t remember why I wrote about an elephant shrew, which is a mole-like animal with a little trunk and not a type of elephant like what one of my friends thought. She thought I wrote about an actual elephant who was forced to become a tightrope walker. I remember thinking to myself, Dammit why didn’t I think of that? That would have been a cool story.
Anyway, I also vaguely remember another story I had to write for the same class and it involved birds blinding the antagonist in the end. I’m not so sure it’s real memory so I’m not going to count that. Hah.
Lastly, there were two pieces of unfinished prose I wrote as a stupid yuppie. I’m not even going to tell you what they were about. Too terrifying.
So there. That’s my fiction writing history. And here I am attempting to write a novel. I have no idea how I’m going to do it.
Yep, going kray-kray may be my only option. It’s buffoonery, I tell you.
Anyway, I honestly don’t think I’ll reach the word count because, you know, I suck at writing fiction stories. But I have to admit I’m a little excited because I can finally try my hand at writing long form fiction. For the longest time, I’ve been saying that I want to write a book buh blah buh blah (and maybe suck your vlood!!! Kidding.), but I never really attempted to do it. It’s really about damn time I do even if I fail miserably.
Are you by any chance doing NaNoWriMo, too? Wanna be writing buddies? :)