Archive | December, 2011

A November’s Journey, part 1

7 Dec

It’s December now. There is a chill in the air, but it isn’t a bitter and relentless sort of chill.

Recently, I received confirmation that my novel for NaNoWriMo has been validated. I naturally celebrated by gloating to my roommates, drinking the last of my apple cider, and marathoning season one of How I Met Your Mother. But how did I get that far? What was it about November that convinced me to write more than what I considered my maximum wordcount?

Kids, the first time I attempted NaNoWriMo was in 2009. That November promised good things: it was my first November free from the pressures of college, my first November with a full-time job, my first November living with people I loved in a place I loved. That year I had the idea for Project Infinite, but I didn’t dare write it. Project Infinite wasn’t ready.

Instead, I chose a story a friend and I discussed and wroodled ages before, known as Better Days. I made it all of one chapter in before news that my brother would be shipping off to the fields of war and I had to come home to say goodbye and wish him well. No biggie, right? I’d lose a few days, but it wasn’t such a travesty. Not like unexpectedly losing your job, right? Oh. Well, actually, that happened too–within the same week I returned from my short trip home, and at the beginning of a month-like throat illness, my job was ripped out from under my feet. I lost all interest in NaNoWriMo that year. Too many disasters.

The following year was 2010, and kids, I was ready. I decided to jump into Project Infinite. I had character notes set aside, something of an outline in my head, and ambition.

Unfortunately, I lost my job again. That same month, one of my pets died. So… again, NaNoWriMo was lost.

2011 came around and I needed this. I needed NaNoWriMo. I needed to know that life wasn’t all about death and war and disappointments. Most of all, I needed to prove to myself that I could complete a goal I started, that I could do anything I put my mind to. I had to accomplish the cheese of victory.

That, kids, is where my story begins.