Welcome to Nopesville! I have been living here in Nopesville for the past week or so. When things are overwhelming I tend to look at them and say, “Nope, nah-uh, nope, nope, nope.” I’m usually saying this as I’m backing away from the thing I’m nope-ing. Nopesville is the next town over from Sucksville. The difference is that when in Sucksville things, well, suck. When in Nopesville there’s a chance that you’ll be okay even though it’s a place filled with anxiety, too much candy eating (the real cheap shitty kind), buckets of self-doubt and some seriously foul language. When I’m nope-ing I’m usually M-Fing too. The trick is to figure out why you’re in Nopesville to begin with.
This all brings me to NaNoWriMo, which all my writer friends know means Nation Novel Writing Month. It’s like the super bowl of writing that happens every November. The goal is to write a novel, 50,000 words, in one month. I have two things to say about it.
1) I’m a HUGE advocate for this challenge. The writing community comes out in full force both with creativity and support for fellow writers.
2) I’m not doing it.
By saying that, I may have just committed author suicide but I have to tell the truth. This year’s contemplation of NaNo sent me twitching to Nopesville breathing deeply into a brown paper bag. My internal alarm was screaming, “Run, you stupid ass, run!” But instead I got caught up in reading all the Twitter feeds about what other people are doing and how well they’re doing it which left me crying into a hunk of chocolate cake wondering why I suck so bad and wishing I could unfreeze my thoughts and fingers and jump on board. Seriously, my entire body was locked up.
I thought, what the frig is my problem, aside from general nutbag-ged-ness, which is my norm. I mean, I’m a writer, I write. So what’s wrong with me? But then it hit me.
I’m 20,000 words into my new YA Futuristic/Light SciFi/Contemporary. Say that shit five times fast! I’m lovin’ this new story. I’ll give you a little peak— four scientists create a society made up of same sex pairs, babies are no longer born, disease is no longer spread and everything is hunky-dory—until Sky forgets to take her “suppliments” and her rose-colored glasses are shattered forever. The story follows Sky and Raven, a pair of sixteens that find a map leading to the forbidden books; the Old World history.
So my deal is this. If I was going to do NaNo I would have to put this project aside and start a fresh new story for the month of November. Nope, nope, nope, nope. It would be detrimental to my progress right now. So I’ve noped out of NaNo for this year, but not to worry…I am writing my ass off this month just the same.
Good luck to everyone involved in NaNoWriMo! I am cheering for you from Nopesville! LOL
Peace, love and listen to your inner voice…even if she’s calling you a stupid ass. It’s probably for your own good!