It’s that time again… Camp NaNoWriMo!
I’ve set my goal, cleared my schedule (well, it didn’t really need clearing in the first place), and am ready to write. I’m ready to finish this novel that’s really more short story. I’m ready to like what I’ve written and send it out into the world.
I’m motivated. I’ve been reading and writing more than ever, and it’s been fun, relaxing, inspiring.
My goal for the month is kind of 15,000 words – I say ‘kind of’ because going into the challenge I’ve already written 10,000. (I feel it’s easier to keep track of the total word count rather than calculating the words each day.)
It’s been getting colder, and whilst this makes it difficult to get out of bed in the morning (I just want to bury deeper into the blanket mountain), it makes for good writing weather. I’m not distracted by the sunshine, I’m drinking tea and wearing woolly socks and writing a metaphor about winter being the definition of adulthood.
What I like about Camp NaNoWriMo is the freedom it gives. You’re setting a goal, but it’s your goal, and your pace, and your story. I don’t feel restricted by the challenge; instead I want to give it all I’ve got and write like I’ve never written before. Camp has this atmosphere, to me, of write what you can’t not write. Write what has to be written, write what feels true, write what you’ve been afraid to say.
And, okay, maybe you should be doing that anyway. But Camp is what brought that out of me to begin with, so it definitely encourages me to keep writing in a way that NaNoWriMo in November hasn’t.
As much as I’d love to continue on, my cup of tea is finished and it’s time for me to brave the cold.