This afternoon I was swooped by a magpie and if that’s not a welcome to an Australian spring I don’t know what is.
It’s Preptober, where thousands of people around the world scramble to get their outlines ready for November: NaNoWriMo. Pens are scribbling, keys tapping, writing vlogs are sought after (ah, the wonders of YouTube).
I am not one of those people.
I haven’t written anything novel-related in weeks.
Yet I’ve been writing creatively most days, as was my challenge – poems, small paragraphs, snippets of different ideas that may never fully form. I’m still enjoying it. Though these ideas will most likely not find themselves in a book, I’ve been expressing myself more and writing based on my mood rather than necessity to finish a chapter.
I’m still not sure how NaNoWriMo will go; a part of me wants to write a book of poems and short paragraphs (like Lang Leav, who welcomed me into the world of modern poetry), but the other part has written five chapters of a new book and wants to see where that ends. The aim of NaNoWriMo is also 50,000 words, and a book of poetry mightn’t even be half that number.
The good news is this: I feel no pressure either way. I will write if I want and that is that. Word count isn’t a barrier for me, nor is following the rules 100%. So far I’m happy writing my little bits and pieces and wondering if I can make a whole book purely on incomplete thoughts.
Now that’s a thought, and one I rather like.