Familiarly known as NaNoWriMo, is an internet opportunity in which both professional and amateur authors attempt to write a 50,000-word novel in thirty days. Now if November isn’t busy enough with Thanksgiving, holiday shopping, and decorating, thousands of folk embrace this endeavor. I have a friend, who teaches full-time, has a family, and has engaged in this foolishness for the last three years. Quite frankly, I admire her stamina because I personally couldn’t stand the pressure. After all, timed tests freak me out.
Early in July, I decided to write a novel. Believe me, it’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. It has consumed me, kept me awake at night, and even driven me to speak in dialogue. Sue admonished her labradoodle, “Lexy, Sue doesn’t like when you bark.” At first, I thought I was crazy; then, I realized I was still scripting in my head.
I’m a tad over four months into my novel, and to date have written 77,199 words. Though loosely based on my experience, I’ve spent hours researching and reading to give the book a bit of authenticity. Thankfully, my brother, who conceived the original idea has provided invaluable assistance in forensic dentistry and tweaking and twisting the plot line. We anticipate the first draft will be completed by mid-December, necessitating another three months or so of revising and editing.
Believe me, this is not the great American novel. It won’t make the best seller’s list, nor will it be picked up by a TV producer or professional publisher. It may be read by five or ten of my family and friends. Yet, my attempt has broadened my experience; it’s pushed me out of my comfortable, lazy existence and kept me off the streets!
Whether I’ll ever work this hard again, I doubt it. But I certainly know I will not be a participant in NaNoWriMo. Dr. Suze lacks self-discipline and persistence.
The news in awash with unsuspecting people being ripped off to free their grandchild from a Mexican jail, wire money to buy a designer puppy, or help some romantic interest get home from abroad. Dating sites are filled with these predators. I’ve also received a number of emails informing me I won the Irish Sweepstakes or I’m the last known heir of a family fortune. Of course, I needed to wire “x” amount of money to claim my prize or my inheritance.
Dr. Suze Espouses 