Next month my boss is going on a ten day trip to Thailand (cue jealous squealing) leaving me with little to do in the way of paid work for well over a week. What’s a writer to do with so much free time? Well, write a book, of course!
I’ve been working on an outline for an NA time travel romance, but I haven’t felt any exact pressure to get it completed. It’s kind of nebulous, which has been nice when dealing with extraneous life bullshit (I’m looking at you, recently cracked radiator) but doesn’t help much in the way of getting the project fleshed out. Deadlines. I love them, and not in the Douglas Adams way.
That gives me about thirty days to get a full outline and some character sheets done. Eminently doable.
I’ve done NaNoWriMo every year for…five years? More? But I’ve never tried writing something book length in any shorter amount of time than a month. It’ll be an interesting experiment, and I’m curious to see how I fare with the deep immersion this exercise will require. I think showers, and maybe pants, will become a thing of distant memory. And don’t even mention housecleaning, a task I detest in the best of times.
So, that’s the plan. Wish me luck; I think I’m going to need it!