So I have a confession to make: I have no intention of doing NaNoWriMo this year. Last year I tried, valiantly, but failed. I blamed the first year of university and having to make friends and the such, but the truth is the idea I had to work with meant so much to me that I couldn't face thrashing it out in one month. And this year, I feel exactly the same, and have none of the same half baked excuses to fall back on. So I'm not even going to try.
But I feel it's a shame not to do *any* forced, pressurised writing over the month. I always came out the other side of November enthused and inspired and feeling good about my writing style. And considering how many words of assessed work I am going to have to write this year, I could do with some of that.
My plan, then, is to dig out the folder full of half-baked ideas for blogs, for posts started but never completed, completed but never posted and blog every day in November: BEDIN if you will. Which, I agree, sounds a bit like an obscure ex-Soviet dictator but IGNORE that and keep reading. And at the end of the month, maybe, I will look back and feel less guilty about avoiding NaNoWriMo than I did last year.
And, hopefully, most of them will be longer than this.
But I feel it's a shame not to do *any* forced, pressurised writing over the month. I always came out the other side of November enthused and inspired and feeling good about my writing style. And considering how many words of assessed work I am going to have to write this year, I could do with some of that.
My plan, then, is to dig out the folder full of half-baked ideas for blogs, for posts started but never completed, completed but never posted and blog every day in November: BEDIN if you will. Which, I agree, sounds a bit like an obscure ex-Soviet dictator but IGNORE that and keep reading. And at the end of the month, maybe, I will look back and feel less guilty about avoiding NaNoWriMo than I did last year.
And, hopefully, most of them will be longer than this.
