NaNo ShMaNo

Today’s the day and how many words have I written? Huh? Huh?

Five hundred. Five out of sixteen hundred is not good. Five hundred SUCKS. No excuses, my head just isn’t there. So tomorrow I must write 2800 words … yeah right. Are we sensing that this isn’t going to work out? *nods*

All systems NaNo

OK, so I think I’ve decided that I’ll go ahead and at least start NaNoWriMo, although the closer it gets, the less convinced I am about my idea and I’m certainly not sure that it has the potential for 50,000 words.

It will require a complete change in my routine, such that that is. No more coming home from work and collapsing in front of the TV, or random hours surfing the Net for sparks of imagination and originality. I need to get organised…focussed. Hmmm. Could be tricky.

Is it just me, or is the WHOLE INTERNET slow tonight? Maybe it’s my ISP, or maybe I need some more memory for my lovely MacBook - I’d guess it’s the latter, I can hear the poor thing sigh when I open the thirty-ninth browser window in a session. Maybe Father Christmas will bring a nice slice of memory and someone to fit it, preferably in the form of Jude Law.

To NaNo or not to Nano?

Decisions decisions!

Why am I even contemplating this? I’ve spent the last six months moaning about the shackles of my OU course and now I’m considering putting myself through the trials and tribulations of NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month. Actually, I am a little further along the path than just considering - I am registered and playing with an idea, vaguely gearing myself up for when it starts on November 1st.

I’ve never done it before and actually know very little about it. They have a very professional website but frankly, all the ra-ra-ra-cliquey-club-forum approach is a turn off; I’m far too cynical for these things, which was possibly my downfall as far as the OU course was concerned. I hate groups and clubs (be they realtime or somewhere in the ether) which are founded on the premise of self congratulation and sycophantic praise.

To be fair, online groups are the worst, where posters have special signatures with rows of kisses and smiley faces and have bizarre conversations about sharing chocolate and wine because they are the only people in the world who are in front of their computers at midnight. Woo hoo! IT’S THE INTERNET FOR GOD’S SAKE!! YOU CAN’T SHARE FOOD OR DRINK AND BEING UP AT MIDNIGHT DOES NOT MAKE YOU A TORTURED ARTIST!

Ahem, sorry…I never realised I felt quite so strongly about that until I started writing.So anyway, I will make my NaNoWriMo decision this weekend.