Crossposted from Live Journal. Yes, I’m lazy.
It’s now approximately six weeks until National Novel Writing Month, and I’m sitting on the fence, still not sure which way to go. At first, it looked as if I’d be skipping it, for the first time in several years. I have more than enough WIPs to keep me busy for a couple of years, at least, and not a single idea for a new novel. Devoting a full month to NaNo also takes a lot of my attention and most of my energy, which means pretty much putting all the other writing projects to the side for a while.
But the imminent arrival of NaNo always seems to get my synapses sparking with new ideas. If it’s possible to have a habit that you only succumb to once a year, then NaNo is a habit and hard to ignore. I’ve made notes, and written a few fragments, over the last few months, for a batch of stories about life in prison, a project that I figured on getting around to sometime next year. But it’s beginning to look as if I might tackle it as a “rebel.” NaNo is officially for novels, but there’s really no rule against writing something else as long you follow all the other rules. Writing a collection of short stories has come to be accepted as a legitimate way of doing NaNo, but this is the first time I’ve had any reason to consider it.
If I do it, I’m not going to push for the 50,000 word goal, just work to get at least a couple of the stories finished and get a good start on the rest. Of course, that’s what I said last year — relax for once, and just do as much as I can without killing myself. I did make the goal, just barely, and I’m still working on that novel, off and on.