I’m a little late to the NaNoWriMo party. I’m not sure what stopped me from investigating it over the last couple of years but I signed up a few months ago and began fleshing out an idea for a new project to write in November. I didn’t know when I signed up that they also held two camps in April and July, but last night, while pottering around the main website, I thought I’d check out the July camp. Little did I know that simply signing in would sign me up. So yeah, I’ve gone NaNoCamping by mistake. I’ll be assigned a cabin in six days time apparently. Now what the hell do I write about?
I recently decided to resurrect an idea that started life as a comic book in 1985. It was abandoned in a fit of pique when I realised that my drawings truly sucked, but those characters and their stories wouldn’t die. I’ve thought about them a lot since and added notes over the years but I always had something else to write, some other story to tell. Usually I would tell myself that if I’m making excuses not to tell this story then it’s probably a pile of shite, but I’m actually excited about its new direction. The story has been poked and prodded, re-jigged and rerouted. It has a new house, new neighbours and a new mythology. It still has an epic showdown. The bad guys are still intact, though some have undergone minor personality changes. My heroine is pretty much the same as she ever was. This is what I’ll be writing in July.
Now I am very lucky when it comes to writing time. I get a lot of it and I usually write anywhere between four and ten thousand words a day. Hitting the word count will not be a problem. Unless my hands fall off or my brain falls out, the main challenge for me will be this cabin thing. I thought about writing in solitary. I thought about selecting specific criteria for cabin mates. In the end, I’ve let them decide for me. I’ve relinquished control and I did it on purpose. I don’t know what this will mean for me. I don’t know how involved I’m expected to get with these people or whether they’ll drive me crazy. Maybe I’ll drive them crazy, who knows? What matters is that I am an unsociable bastard and I have chosen to socialise. It is a bit of a step for me.
Only time will tell what I have let myself in for.
Anyone else doing the July camp?