NaNoWriMo thingy was...National Novel Writing Month. Clearly a plot by publishers, editors, agents, family, friends and others to help those who believe they can write a book recover from the urge to do so. I wonder whether it works? I must do some procrastination research and find out whether anyone has ever had one of these novels published. Writing 50,000 words in a month would be a cinch - wouldn't it? Or would it?
It is obviously a disciplinary thing...bad would be writer...stop being lazy...get down and do some writing for a change...but I do write....everyday....I write my little blog piece....I make myself write my little blog piece. There are even a few brave, kind souls out there who read it and make encouraging comments....and a few more who refuse to comment there but tell me what they think when they see me or leave me e-mails telling me what a bad job I am doing and how I should be more (or less) controversial. Should I be more controversial? Should I write more or less or not at all? I am tempted....
So, do I need this NaNoWriMo thingy to write? No. Would it be fun? Mmm...maybe. I am not convinced. If I did it would it be cheating to start early and then take my four days of planned leave and not write? Come on, I am only having four days. It is all I get all year. I have told the earth no quakes, shakes, tears, flames or fights in that time...please? Come to that would it matter if I wrote in my head and just failed to put it on paper for those four days? That might be a solution....but then, why does there have to be a solution at all? Does it matter as long as I write?
I must make myself write today because I have reached a point where something does not seem to be working. I know that if I sit here and make myself do it the characters will sort it out for me. They have a habit of doing this. I have told them we have two weeks to do this. We could tidy up the stray cat hairs later but they have to have it sorted out before I take those four days off. They are not coming on leave with me. They have had their holiday. I want mine.