I hereby pledge my intent to write a 50,000-word novel in one month’s time. By invoking an absurb, month long dealine on such an enormous undertaking, I understand that notions of “craft,” “brilliance,” and “competency” are to be chucked right out of the window, where they will remain, ignored until they are retrieved for the edxiting process. I understand that I am a talented person, capable of heroic acts of creativity, and I will give myself enough time over the course of the next month to allow my inate gifts to come to the surface, unmolested by self doubt, self-criticism, and other acts of self-bullying.
During the month ahead, I realise that I will produce clunky dialogue, cliched characters, and deeply flawed plots. I agree that all of these things will be left in my rough draft t, to be corrected and/or excised at a later point. I understand my right to withhold my manuscript from all readers until I deem it completed. I also acknowledge my right as author to substantially inflate both the quality of the rough draft and the rigors of the writing process should such inflation prove useful in garnering me respect and attention, or freedom from participation in onerous household chores.
I acknowledge that the month long, 50, 000-word deadline I set for myself is absolute and unchangeable, and that any failure to meet the deadline, or any effort on my part to move the deadline once the adventure has begun, will invite well deserved mockery from friends and family. I also acknowledge that, upon successful completion of the stated noveling objective, I am entitled to a period of gleeful celebration and revelry, the duration of which may preclude me for participating fully in workplace activities for days, if not weeks, afterward.
30th October 2006
Novel start date: 1st November 2006
Novel deadline: 30th November 2006
I think I am totally mental but you never know what you can do until you try. I feel a million things rightt now, eager to start, scared of that blank page, the first sentence. Ideas float around behind my eyes which I am scared to try and grasp in case they disappear like smoke. The words are in there I am sure. The best thing about it is that I know it will be bad, I just have to get 50,000 words onto a page in something that resembles a story. Just one great big blog post?
This is post number 519. I think I should have practiced enough.
We will see!
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