It’s November — time for NaNoWriMo! I’ve participated twice in past years but never completed the challenge. Things would come up, life would get busy and my plot holes would swallow me.
This year, I’m breaking the rules just a little. I’m writing non-fiction, which labels me as a NaNoWriMo rebel. I’m okay with that. The words are just as time consuming and important as the words that a fiction novel writer is typing. The only real difference, in my humble opinion, are that my plot points actually happened to me, and instead of writing that “she” or “he” did something, I’m writing that “I” did this or that.
Otherwise, writing is writing and if I meet the goal of 50,000 words in 30 days, I’ll be a very satisfied woman.
Many people have said to me, over the past few months, that I should write a book. I’ve heard it off and on in various stages of my life, and always dismissed it as something that people occasionally say but don’t really mean. This time though, the words have stayed in my brain, whispering to me that I have something to say to the world about my experiences.
I am writing about Clara. I am writing about navigating the grief of losing a baby at birth & struggle to put one’s life back into some semblance of order. It’s such a taboo subject, but one that far too many people have to deal with. It speaks to me… I have a lot of thoughts that need to be written down.
Of course, the writing is still fairly unformed, at three days in, but it seems to be pulling together well. I find that the words come flying off of my fingertips whenever the house gets quiet.
Wish me luck as I endeavor to complete the NaNoWriMo challenge this month… and please, forgive me if there are just a few less blog posts than usual while my writing brain is consumed with capturing all of the events and emotions of the past few months within a Word document.