So, all of a sudden I'm writing a novel. Which is really weird, because as of about 21 hours ago, writing a novel was not in my immediate plans at all.
It's all Carrie's fault. She casually posted something about Camp NaNoWriMo (something like, "This is cool. You should do it."), and even though she made it clear she wasn't going to participate herself, suddenly a bunch of our mutual friends and I are signed up to do it. That Carrie--such a sorceress she is!
Anyway. Maybe you've heard of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), an event that takes place every November. The idea is that you sign up, and you write 50,000 words (about 175 pages) in one month. The site helps you keep track of your word count and cheers you on. Last year, more than 256,000 people participated.
Camp NaNoWriMo (motto: "An Idyllic Writers Retreat, Smack-Dab In The Middle Of Your Crazy Life") is the new summer version of that. In theory, I'll have 50,000 words of a novel finished by 11:59:59 on June 30. Let's be clear--I expect this novel to be a big steaming pile of crap. But the idea is to get words on paper (or screen, really), then worry about editing and all that stuff later. Even if I don't reach the word count goal, I'm hoping I'll still be pleased with my attempt and will be able to build on it from there. We'll see. I honestly have no idea what will happen! I'll keep you posted.