Happy NaNoWriMo 2017

Given that I have a book called “Untitled Book Two” that I’ve been musing about in my head for a good year now, I’ve decided to do NaNoWriMo. And, you know, write it down in real sentences and words so that in December I can start properly loathing it, destroy 95% of it, and replace the 95% awfulness with words that don’t make me want to crawl into a hole and die rather than face my own writing sins. (That’s called editing.)

I love NaNoWriMo because I love writing novels in my head where they remain both imaginary and perfect. Sadly those brain-books can’t be published. You must write them down. And let them suck. NaNoWriMo lets you do just that. Honestly, permission to suck (and crying) is how all my writing eventually gets done. (That’s a lie. Editing is how my writing gets done. “Permission to suck” is how I vomit up a text-monster that can actually be edited.)

I also love NaNoWriMo because I think you learn a lot about something you love by actually doing it. I’m a big fan of actually doing things. Even the novels that will never see anything but the inside of a digital trash can taught me a lot about how a story is put together. And I feel like that made me a better reader, as well as a better writer. So it’s always worthwhile, even when it feels like a month of self-loathing.

So, Happy NaNoWriMo 2017! May your novel teach you something.