With NaNoWriMo just begun yesterday, I’ve committed to sitting down and punching out a minimum of 1667 words every day for the next month in a crazy attempt to come up with a rough draft of what could presumably become a readable and maybe even publishable (!) novel someday. I’ll only find out on Nov. 30th and beyond whether the third time is a charm or not, and I certainly hope the first 1700 words I put down yesterday are no indication of things to come because as I was inventing this character which emerged out of nowhere, the exercise quickly became boring and tedious; I may has well have just copied a few pages from my old diaries, though of course I had no intention of making the character anything like me to begin with. But I won’t let my difficult and unsatisfying start deter me: I know better now. So what if I come up with not one good cohesive story but 30 different unrelated mediocre ones? So what if some bits make me want to cry with frustration and other end up making me laugh my socks off for no good reason at all? So what if it all ends up being a royal waste of time? If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past couple of years, it’s that no matter what, if creativity comes calling, my job is to just get it down on any available surface, keep the inner critic locked up and gagged, and stop worrying about the outcome. It’s a lot of work. A very small part of it being the actual act of creation, but on the whole, the work mostly resides in not letting the all those doubts and turmoil get in the way of JUST GETTING IT DOWN. Whether or not I choose to share excerpts in my fifthythousandwords blog will depend on whether or not I find quotable bits to show the world this time around. TBA.
I’ve come to accept that whenever a creative project comes calling, my great and most developed talent for procrastination will inevitably take the lead. And since it seems that whenever I try writing fiction, sudden urges to add posts to my blog become impossible to ignore, I decided to make the best of that situation and also join NaBloPoMo this month (also known as National Blog Posting Month) which will turn my proclivity for procrastinating into a noble pursuit (of sorts). Something like that. Whatever it takes to keep the guilt monsters at bay. In the meantime, I’ve put up the official and unimaginative badge which is available on the NaBloPoMo site, but of course as a self-respecting ex-respectable art director, I’ll just have to make up my own. Another exercise in futility, all in the name of creativity, self-expression and the right to posting decent-to-good content.