This post is opposite the one I thought I’d be writing this week.
I am not, after all, participating in National Novel Writing Month as I’d planned.
I signed up to do. Got caught up in all the excitement. But I decided I just wasn’t ready this year.
Here are my excuses:
My book idea is too nebulous at this point.
I spent the last two weeks in October away from home and that hurt my prep time.
I had a small medical procedure the first of the month that took me out for two days and I hated to start out already behind.
I don’t handle failure well, and this endeavor would probably turn into failure. I’m a nonfiction writer at heart.
I am participating in Write Nonfiction in November in hopes that I’ll increase my output. I’m working on a lengthy essay for a contest that’s due in early December, plus writing a handful of devotionals for a magazine.
But I’m not giving up on the novel forever. I think that all writers hope we have a book in us. So over the next year I’ll prepare for November 2012. I’ll read the how-to books suggested by Meg Waite Clayton for new novelists: How Fiction Works by Oakley Hall and The Weekend Novelist by Robert Ray. I’m also reading The 90-Day Novel by Alan Watt. It’s very inspirational and I’ve already started some of the suggested exercises for entering the world of my characters.. I’ll continue with the Scrivener tutorial (thanks, Cat Von) in hopes that I can figure it out.
And I’ll stay excited for all my fellow writer friends at SheWrites and around the web who are participating. I will follow your progress and cheer you on. Do keep blogging about your NaNoWrMo experiences — good or bad.
I’m rethinking my above statement about failure. If you participate in NANoWrMo it’s a win whether you meet the 50,000 word goal or not. A win because you’re gaining experience. A win because you attempted something scary. And a win because it puts you further along the path of your dream — to be a published author.
Forget all the above excuses I listed. The real reason that I’m not participating is that I’m scared to write my story. And I’m filled with self-doubt that I can even do it. Maybe I’ll be ready next year.