I want to write a novel.
Take that, all of my former teachers; the kid who hates writing, and has the abilities of a twelve-year-old, wants to try writing 50,000 words in thirty days. Fifty Thousand. That works out to around One Thousand, Six Hundred and Seventy words per day. I can do it. I know I can. I'm just not sure I can write them all on the same subject, so that's gonna be the thing to either make or break this deal.
Christ, I'm already planning how to write the novel, and I haven't told my parents my intentions. Well, I guess I have now. But that's besides the point. Wait a tic... I know what the novel's gonna be. I know the title, I know the plotline, I know the main characters, I know how the book will be set up. The only thing I'm missing is Fifty Thousand Words.
And I know that is definitely not a problem. Well, it isn't a problem if I can get my work schedule straightened out. I'm either going to have to take a month off from work, or manage to convince them that changing someone's work scedule all willy-nilly is a bad thing, and needlessly cruel. Also, I'd have to convince my parents to allow me to freeload completely for a month, so I can devote all of my time to writing.
Jeez, I'm getting myself all psyched up about this, and I don't know if it's gonna happen or not. I don't know if my poor, gnat-like attention span will let me go through with it. I'm not sure my Parents will let me go through with it. I'm not sure I will be able to maintain any level of health while doing it. For some reason, it feels like some bizarre extreme reality show, or something. I do know I can get that word count, though.
Well, I know I can do it if I devote every ounce of my creative energy into writing during every waking moment of those thirty days. It's going to suck ass, not doing anything but write, and not having time to edit my writing, but I can do it. The word count is definitely no problem at all for me, because I want to write this. And, oh, Holy Zombie Jesus, it's gonna hurt to keep this story unwritten until November.
And I have to wait until November, because that's when the National Novel Writing Month begins. It's all spelled out here at NaNoWriMo.org. I want so very badly to write this novel. I can do it, I know I can. The word count for this and my last post is already approaching well over two-thousand words. And I haven't even said half the things I wanted to. I mean, wow. I have written over Two Thousand words in one day, and I don't feel drained by it at all. I can do this. I just need permission.
Mom, Dad, Chuck, Stacie, everybody in my family, be it by blood or through friendship, I have something to say. I have decided to take a semester off from school to write a novel. It won't be a very good novel, but it will be a novel nonetheless. I am doing this for several reasons, but I am mainly doing this to prove to myself that I can write. I don't care that everybody says I can, I need to do this to prove it to Myself. I need to get this out of my system, and I need to be creative. I need this for many more reasons, as well, but I'm not sure what they are, exactly. Sure, it might just be my fever-addled brain talking, and I may want to drop this without a word as NaNoWriMo edges closer, but I can't let that happen.
In the hour that it has taken me to write this much, I have gone from thinking about doing this, to wanting to do this, to needing to do this. And that's where I have to keep my mind focussed. I give my solemn vow, on my honour, to write a novel in November. It will happen, I swear it. I do ask one thing, though. I ask for everyone to leave me alone that month, only giving input or asking questions when I ask for a soundboard. This will be done, come hell or high water. If I get kicked out of the house, so be it. It must be done.
No doubt about it.
2500 words in one day. Booyah.