50,000 words. 30 cold, dark November days. Tomorrow is the start of National Novel Writing Month.
It seems daunting, and already I find myself looking to my calendar in horror as the days on which writing will be tricky seem to stack up at an alarming pace.
But I have signed up anyway, I have registered my novel (with the working title “The Magic of Christmas” – a new idea and something that I haven’t planned at all which I hope will give me the freedom to splurge for the month), and I am determined to complete it. Other than my job, there is nothing else I need to do for the month. So I won’t. There are plenty of other days in the year for all that other stuff. Free time in November is for writing.
Within the story, I hope to capture some of the childish wonder that the Christmas season brings, and that still manages to engulf me each year. It is still too early for that this year, but by the end of the month I imagine my festive merriness will have taken over. I want this to be a magical adventure story, filled with snow and reindeer, ice palaces and northern kingdoms, mince pies and acts of selflessness.
If you want to follow my progress then you can find my entry on the NaNo website. Starting tomorrow, the word count should steadily rise each day. If it doesn’t, please send chocolate.