November is my favorite time of year. It is, in a word, NaNoWriMo–that is, in four more words, National Novel Writing Month. And while it’s only my 13th time participating, the organization is now in its 20th year. The premise is simple: write a 50,000-word novel in November.
The challenge, however, is hardly simple: November is also the onset of winter holidays, the shortening of days, the advent of colder temperatures, the mad dash to teach all the content, the mad dash for students to learn all the content in preparation for finals, and November comes at the tail end of the semester when energy is already low and hard to muster.
But since 2006, NaNoWriMo has been my passion: It is, so I’ve often told myself, the one time each year when I selfishly put my writing before all other obligations and write. Each year I win NaNo, I continue to assure myself that my dreams of being a writer are within reach.
And since 2012, I’ve been mingling my passion with NaNo with my passion for the mythology I’ve been constructing since I was about ten years old. This coming-together has been at times the most exciting opportunity, and at other times, the worst.
In short, my wordlust has turned to wordlost.Continue reading