This last week marks the start of November. For most of us in the United States, this heralds nothing more than Trick-or-Treating, the end of Daylight Savings Time and the impending doom that is Thanksgiving with its aggressive day-after shopping blitzkrieg.
However, for a few thousand of us, in the US and beyond, it also starts the annual confrontation with self-motivation, internal demons and writer's block known as
National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo for short. The goal is to write 50,000 words in one month. 1,667 words a day.
I have entered a few times and completed it once (
Purity, an attempted mash up of "The Last Unicorn" with "Game of Thrones"). Then I realized that 50,000 words, as many as that is, does not automatically equal a completed work of art. I did not have an ending, merely a collection of scenes, some of which might be worth keeping, all of which would need to be extensively rewritten if they were ever going to be worth anything. It now sits on my Google Drive and mocks me when I open that folder. So I don't open that folder.
This year, I've done more pre-planning and am starting by writing the climax and then working backwards. I'm not sure if this is any better than working in a more linear fashion, but it can't be worse. You can track my progress, if you care,
here.
Aside from the I'm-writing-this-and-this-other-thing-so-you-should-be-interested-in-both, there is more connecting this blog to my nascent novel. Because of all my rambling thoughts on Universal Basic Income, Blockchain, Cryptocurrencies and Smart IDs, I've decided to set the novel in a world where all of those things are ubiquitous parts of the landscape. I plan on using this post, and all of the rest through the month of November, to build this world in a fast-finger stream of consciousness.