I woke up yesterday morning with no intention to write a novel. In fact I had stopped thinking about writing novels a while back, or rather had given up on the idea after finding myself quite a ways in more than once and then having something happen that left me derailed or distracted or whatever. Of course that didn’t keep me from thinking that the dream I had from that night would make a good concept for a novel. But that was all it really was – a thought.
Then it’s late afternoon and I wander over to a blog I regularly read and they have this little announcement about their participating in something called NaNoWriMo where you commit to trying to write a novel in one month – the month of November. And I thought, good for them and moved along.
But the rest of the day I just couldn’t shake that nagging feeling of a story wanting to get out. The dream kept popping into my mind and I kept trying to ignore it. Eventually I found myself looking up this NaNoWriMo thing to learn a little more. Curiosity satisfied I moved on into my evening and attempted to go about my normal night. But just at bed time I finally gave in. I knew I wasn’t going to get any sleep if I didn’t at least write the idea from the dream down. I brought the computer to bed with me and next thing I know I’ve written a variation of one of the scenes from my dream and it is after midnight and I’ve written over 1400 words.
I should have been satisfied and able to just set the computer aside and go to sleep, but instead I found myself signing up to participate in the NaNoWriMo event and now I’m all official (officially crazy that is). I’ve committed to try and write 50,000 words in one month. With a story I only have the faintest idea about, from a dream, none the less.
So I have to ask, Do I? Do I win the crazy person award?