Have I gone completely mad? That’s the question I’ve been asking myself for the past three days after signing up for NaNoWriMo 2017. For the next thirty days I’ll be bashing away at my computer keyboard, doing my best to add 50,000 words to my WIP.
Actually, I’m excited to be able to join in this year. In past years I’ve either been in the middle of revisions or had too much going on in my life to be able to commit to writing 1,667 words each day. This year I’m 15,000 words into my WIP, so ready to dive in. My routine for the next month will be to get up at 6am, write for a couple of hours before starting the day job, then fit the remainder of my daily word count into the evening. I might even manage a couple of meals if I’m very good.
To get me off to a flying start, I’m off to Wales on Thursday for a writers’ retreat. The only problem is that Wales is so beautiful I’ll be tempted to spend far too much time out walking. For once I won't mind if it rains.
Good luck to everyone else doing NaNo. See you on the other side...
If you’ve seen my Facebook page recently, you’ll know I’ve been reminiscing about my twentieth anniversary of going to teach in Botswana. I’ve been re-reading the diaries I wrote during my three years there, and one thing they’ve brought back is how little I was able to take with me—I had to pack everything into three boxes. Worst of all, I soon worked out I only had room for five books, once I’d packed the guide books and text books I needed. Being an avid reader, I obsessed over this far more than which clothes, shoes or household goods to take.
I was able to cheat a bit, because I had an old copy of the complete works of Jane Austen, printed on very thin paper, but it was still an agonising choice. I wanted a mixture of familiar books I enjoyed re-reading, and new books. Here’s what I ended up with:
How about you? If you were going away for three years and could only take five books, what would you choose?
My writing, research and any other randomness that seems like a good idea at the time.