|NaNoWriMo. IS. FOR. ME.
||[Nov. 27th, 2004|11:11 pm]
I have a dream. That one day I will be talented enough to write 50,000 words in five days. That one day I will kick procrastination. That one day I will finally understand computers in relation to coast-to-coast time differences. I have a dream that one day my brothers and sisters at NaNoWriMo will be able to stand in awe and utter silence at my accomplishments. Though my dreams are a little more narrow minded and self-centered than Dr. King's, mine are none less ambitious. |
I have come to the realization that NaNoWriMo's rejection of my attempts to register were for the good of the little sanity I have left. I recently stumbled across National Novel Writing Month's website and let me say, sheeze louise. These people are INCREDIBLE. They write 50,000 word, 175 page novels in thirty days. Their month of November is consumed by one goal, the 50,000 word count. Of course, fascinated by such attempts at the impossible, I tried to register immediately to be ranked among the awe-inspiring on November 30. Writing begins November 1 every year and ends midnight November 30. Normally, 30 days means 1,666 words a day. The day my registration was rejected, it was November 25. This means, only by the grace of our Lord God that I was saved from 10,000 words a day.
For those of you who don't know, it takes me four solid hours to come up with an edited 1,100 word paper acceptable in my eyes. In case you also do not know, I am masochistic in that I am a procrastinating perfectionist. Yes! NaNoWriMo would have killed me. Now, for one whole entire painstakingly tedious year I have to wait until next November to complete my first "novel" and reach the 50,000 word mark. MAN AND I WANTED TO PARTICIPATE THIS YEAR TOO!!!!!!!!!! Oh well, my let down if you will should allow me to, lets see, sleep more this November (as it is NOT coming to an end in three days).
Also, on a completely unrelated, diametrically opposed note, I love babysitting. I think I will be a wonderful mother because I love children. I love the way they can't figure out why we adults always have a leg up on them even though they whisper loudly, wear their mischievous little plans on their faces, and can never seem to figure out that yes, we ARE looking at them. Let me also propose that I love playing Superman and Tickle Monster and having pillow fights. Wow, how I love first graders. There is nothing like a little boy and girl that love everything about you.