Why Two Thousand Words Of My New Book Won Over My Blog Entry
My self-imposed deadline for posting a blog entry came and went this week with barely a nod from me. I have an excuse, sort of. I’m participating in the madness known as National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWrMo as those of us who love and hate it call it.
The month of November is set aside each year by tens of thousands, maybe millions, of writers for a marathon of writing–we commit to writing 50,000 words in 31 days. That’s a decent first draft of a novel. And I’m silly enough to have signed up for it this year.
The novels I wrote in 2011 and 2012 have been published so it’s worked pretty well for me. But my personal opinion–or sneaky suspicion–is that the whole world of NaNoWrMo is the brainchild of someone who wanted to escape the early Christmas pressure of carols, decorations and advertisements until after Thanksgiving. And writing 50K words in a month will certainly make one ignore the holiday hype. Also the dirty dishes, the dust bunnies under the bed and any family member who believes he or she deserves clean underwear on a regular basis.
As usual with my books, this one includes meals. So far I have Dominic, the hero, whisking Catherine, the heroine, from Philly to the Jersey Shore for lunch. And Catherine cooking for him one evening. Come Friday, I’ll give you the menu for one of those meals to try yourself.
And I’ll try to be on schedule next week. But I can’t promise.