NaNo officially kicked off this morning at midnight. I attended the kickoff event at Country Kitchen and, as the minutes ticked down, my self-doubt amped up. What am I going to write about? Is it a good enough idea to carry me through 50,000 words? What if I don’t like my characters? What if I can’t write anything good down on paper?
Thirty minutes to go:
Eating a mushroom and cheese omelet and chatting with a fellow writer about our ideas.
Twenty minutes to go:
Indigestion immediately settles in and I question my choice to eat as my stomach rolls.
Ten minutes to go:
I’m madly thumbing through my character cards, deciding on my first lines and considering launching myself across the table and making a mad dash for my car. If I started driving now, I could make it to Mexico before morning. Oh, they have NaNo in Mexico, too? Drat.
Five minutes to go:
I’m resolved to writing. My idea is percolating and so full of promise. I pull up Pandora and tune in some 50s doo wop music – my playlist for my novel set in the late 1950s.
Three minutes to go:
Everyone else looks so confident. What am I doing here? I’m not even a real writer!
Two minutes to go:
I pull up a blank word document. The blinking cursor taunts me.
One minute to go:
The room is full of nervous laughter and the buzz of anticipation. I feel hot, then cold, then hot again and wish I would have opted for something cooler – perhaps a tank top and ice pack. Standing at the precipice…
Headphones in and my fingers are flying across the keyboard. Here’s my first character getting ready to meet my title character.
I have written 1,799 words of my next novel. And I love it. All the uncertainty is gone and I am in love with my characters and the world I’m creating.
It’s going to be okay. And, by November 30, I’ll have my newest novel: Rhodesha Jefferson Buries Her Shoes.
Happy writing! 🙂