Last year, in 2019, I wrote an entire novel in April. Fifty thousand words, which are sort of linked together with a plot. This works out at just over 1666 words a day.
I’ve always wanted to write a novel. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. When I was a tiny child, my teacher used to let me write stories instead of taking part in maths class. (Irresponsible, possibly, although I did eventually get an A in GCSE maths, so it worked out for the best.) I used to spend hours playing The Sims and imagining little lives for my pixelated pals, crafting elaborate and dramatic stories in my head.
However, the first novel I ever finished was the one I wrote last April, at the age of 28.
It is still in need of editing. I keep meaning to go back to it, but life has been fairly wild for the last year. It is only just starting to settle down. Later this year, I intend to go through it and edit it. I’d like to publish it, I think.
The point of this post (and I have, classically, managed to write several paragraphs without addressing it at all) is to talk about Camp NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo!) is in November, and I have yet to manage to write a novel in November, despite committing to it pretty much every year. However, they run a couple of smaller events in the year as well- Camp NaNoWriMo. The idea is that you set your own goal, and so last year I decided I was going to write fifty thousand words.
And this year I’ve decided I’m going to do it again. I will probably write a bit more about my project later, but I’ve been obsessed with numbers stations after hearing a show on Radio 4 about them, so it’s about them, and some other stuff.
If anyone wants to add me on the NaNoWriMo website, my profile is here. (The stats are wrong and I don’t know how to fix them!)