November is almost here, and so is the National Novel Writing Month. Every year I say I’m going to participate, and every year I don’t remember about it until halfway through the month.
But this year is different. This year I’m all signed up and ready to go.
Except…well, I have discovered one problem. I’m a chicken.
Every time I’ve mentioned to my family that I plan to write 50,000 words in one month, a little voice in the back of my head does one of those evil laughs. You know, something like ‘bwa ha ha ha ha’.
It is so distracting. And scary. It is like having Vincent Price living in my head.
I hate to admit that I’m afraid of that little voice in the back of my head. Although I shouldn’t be, it is a powerful little voice, and it has had a lot of practice telling me what I cannot do.
I suppose I should be thankful that the voice is now focused on NaNoWriMo–it seems to have forgotten about all the other parts of my life. Yesterday it said, “you’ll never be able to write 50,000 words in one month, why even try?” The day before it told me, “anything you write that quickly will only be trash, so give it up now and don’t waste your time.” Today it is saying, “you’ll be sorry if you try it, you’ll get all cranky and you’ll only write 3,000 words and you’ll get sick.”
Hmmmm. Now that I think about it, the voice seems to be getting desperate, like it believes it will fail. And if it fails, that means…
50,000 words, here I come!