In a moment of enthusiasm, I signed up for NaNoWriMo, which involves writing 50,000 words of a fictional novel over a period of one month. As of now, I am already on the clock. Fact: I have no clue as to what to write. I don’t even have an idea as to the genre of the ‘novel’, let alone a plot for the ‘novel’. I have never considered myself to be a fiction writer. Descriptions elude me, dialogue- writing scares me and the thought of writing 50,000 words of something which ties in together makes me want to crawl into bed and stay there for all of November. I even find myself hoping that my already dying laptop- a 5 year old Sony Vaio with no battery and a graphic card which no longer works- takes its last breath. Of course, if that happens, I am screwed beyond belief so I really hope it doesn’t. Still, I am going to give it a shot.
I am going to try to type 50,000 words of something which forms a coherent whole over the month of November. I am hoping to get some inspiration for a plot through both passive and active means. I did once have this fantastic plot in my head (I think it was a dream- yes, very Stephenie Meyer) which I promptly forgot the next day or, possibly, even sooner. I remember nothing of the plot but I do remember thinking it was phenomenal. Writing 50,000 words within a month requires me to write an average of 1,667 words everyday this month. I usually write about 5,000 words a week. How do I intend to achieve this? Absolutely, no clue.
Why do I intend to achieve this? Honestly, boredom. I think I need something challenging. I have been contemplating doing something like setting myself 30 day challenges- perhaps, challenging myself to wake up early for a whole month or maybe, not have dessert for a whole month, or even something like, blog everyday. NaNoWriMo seemed to fit the bill perfectly when I signed up for it about 3 weeks back. Of course, I was hoping to have something in mind for the novel by now. But, come November, and I am still hopelessly lost.
I wrote this yesterday hoping to relieve some of my angst regarding NaNoWriMo, and then, something strange happened. I suddenly got it into my head that I should try writing something. This sentence was playing on a loop in my head: “They met on a chilly December evening in New Delhi”. So, I opened up Scrivener, and typed out this line and words just started to flow. Before I knew it, I had typed out 2,041 words of something which was not trash. Of course, it would have to be heavily edited as well as fleshed out. Words flowed as if they had been in me all these years and were just waiting to come out.
I spent all of today angsting over what I would write tonight. I tried to think of a plot or some sort of story which would make sense. I had no idea what I would write tonight. I opened up Scrivener again and before I knew it, I had written another 1800 words.
The strange part: I have no plot. I have absolutely no idea where this story is heading. I have no idea what genre this novel would fall under. I have no character sketches or plot outlines or anything of the sort. All I have is 3821 words typed up in Scrivener which I am happy with. I will probably spend all of tomorrow angsting over what I am going to write but I suspect this novel will largely be written based on my experiences- the ones I have had as well as the ones I haven’t but would like to have. I suspect it will be slightly philosophical in nature as well.
I feel happy with myself and have this sense of something going right. I see a lot of writing coming up for me this month- between ‘my novel’ and this blog. I am looking forward to it. It is going to be a good month.