So far, this blog has not been quite as regular as I would like it to be. Part of the reason for that is simply the lazy in me. (There’s a lot of that.) Another part, which stems from the first, is that I have not written anything, so there is nothing to report.
Writing in public.
Today, though, I want to talk about something that’s happening very soon: National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. From November 1 through November 30, the goal is to write 50,000 words. A fairly short novel by today’s standards, but slightly longer than the norm for the pulp writers of old.
I hear that the Pulp movement is making a comeback in the era of indie publishing.
As an event, NaNoWriMo brings thousands upon thousands of writers together on a global platform, all with the same intention: To write a novel in a month. Locally, it brings writers together in-person, to pound out those words in the company of people who are equally ambitious, equally insane. Some of the events local to me are of the kind that I look forward to them with the same excitement I used to view the TransFormers cartoons.
We already established that I’m old; move on, already!
I believe everyone has at least one novel inside them. For some it’s buried so deep that it takes years of excavation to reach it… but it’s there. Many of us have more than one. I myself have completed (written THE END on) nine. At least 50,000 words on six more — though unfinished and unlikely ever to be.
In November, I intend to write another.
I hope you will join me.