It’s that time of year again.
For most normal, reasonable people, the end of October means pumpkin lanterns, fancy dress and the start of the party season. The nights draw in, the leaves fall from the trees, the squirrels run away with the last of the acorns, all that cozy stuff that means winter and Christmas will soon be on its way.
Then there’s NaNo-ers. You know who you are.
To a NoNo-er, the end of October means either blind panic, mad excitement, a frenzy of organization, or some combination of the above. If you’re a planner there’s novel outlining, character profiling, world building, and research galore to be done. If you’re a seat-of-the-pants-er, there’s well, nail biting, day dreaming and nervous bouncing to be done. It means warning your friends and family that you are about to disappear in a puff of fiction for a month, start babbling incoherently at anyone who asks you anything not novel related and possibly need committing by the end of it.
So, consider this fair warning. November is National Novel Writing Month, and I am a NaNo-er, for better or worse. As of Tuesday morning, apart from the freelance articles I have to write for clients; a weekly phone call to my mum; the two hours or so I can drag myself away from the computer to spend with Dek between him getting up and going to work; and whatever sleep I can get with a brain racing at 2000 words per minute (when my fingers can only manage 60 at most, and get tied up in knots at that) I won’t be around much.
When I am around I will have a faraway look on my face, and may call you by a fictional character’s name. I may run away from you in search of paper and pen, or start thumb typing furiously on my BB. Or I may not notice you are even there.
I would like to say sorry, but, well, it’s November, and well, that’s just how it is. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in time for Christmas. Looking worn out and a little insane perhaps, but back. Enjoy November, and I’ll see you in a month.