My Own Personal Writing Month

Confession: I just spent 20 minutes on the phone answering a survey, in the hopes that they would ask me who I was voting for. They never did.

Reading:

• "L. DeBard and Aliette: A Love Story," by Lauren Groff
  
• The House of Mirth, by Edith Wharton
  

Writing:

• "Ferian Fetlock Hitches a Ride" - 1,820 words (Estimated completion 18%)
• "Ferian Fetlock Catches a Cold" - Outline 100%
  

Revising:

• "The Revenant"
  
• "Cora and the Sea" - Third draft 50%

Still no word from the Tea lady. The monkeys probably got her.

In the last couple of weeks, three different people have suggested I take part in National Novel Writing Month. I won't try to describe it; you can click on the link, or google it if you don't trust me. (It's not a rickroll. Really.)

The goal is to start writing on November 1st, and write 50,000 words by midnight, November 30th. In one respect, this would be great for me. On the other hand, I hate writing crap. Yes, I know, the point is to make you okay with the fact that sometimes you write crap. I know I need to learn that lesson. I just don't know if this is the way to go about it.

Can I do 1667 words a day?

I just had a great idea today for another series of connected short stories. Maybe I should attempt that. And there's always Ferian, right?

You know what? Fuck it. I'm going to do it, and I'm going to do it on my own terms. I'm going to commit right now that I will write 52,347 words in the month of October. (Screw November. I'm not going to stress out over Thanksgiving.) They don't all have to be in the same novel. In fact, I'm going to try to write a bunch of different projects. As long as they add up to 52,347 at the end of the month, I'll count it a success.

Publication Status:

• Submitted: 5
  
• Accepted: 1.15?
• Rejected: 2
• Pending: 1.85?