I’ve done a lot of crazy things in my 26 years of life, justifying most (if not all) of them with one simple motto:
I might die, but this will make for an awesome story!
So here we are, approaching the beginning of the month of November, and just in time to celebrate my one year anniversary with Comic Booked LLC, I’m going back into the fray of all things writerly. This new column (if you can call it that), will be far from regular and focused, more likely infrequent and scattered, but it’ll be something new for the company. That’s right, as you’ve feared, I’m going to be talking about all sorts of crazy-go-nuts stuff, focusing on events, prompts, dilemmas, and all sorts of other wacky stories that are associated with the life and times of, well, me.
First up, is the fourth anniversary (for me, not them) of National Novel Writing Month. You may be familiar with National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo as we so-called “experts” lovingly refer to it), but most of you will probably be completely clueless. So, just in case you were wondering, no, I don’t have a secret life between November 1 and November 30 every year. I don’t have a secret family. I’m not a spy. Nor am I a serial killer. But every year, for some ridiculous reason that even I have yet to discover, I join thousands (or is it millions now?) of others in our collective quest to sit down, turn off the videos of cats in adorable costumes, and write about things like that. But not just write, but write a lot.
50,000 words, to be exact.
In a month. Because I’m insane. I’ve completed the last three years successfully (my novels range from “don’t ever show this to anyone” to “please, agents of the world, find my book a home!) and I’m going for a fourth. But this time is going to be different because, to be quite honest, I have absolutely no idea what the hell I’m doing.
Well, that’s not completely true. I do have an idea. Lots of them, in fact. But this isn’t the average short story with a twist or a novel with social commentary snuck into an engaging action-packed gore fest. No. I’m doing something completely out of my comfort zone, which is strange, because it’s very much part of my everyday life here at Comic Booked.
That’s right. I’m writing a new novel, in 30 days, about, for lack of a better way to express it, a group of super-villains. I’m not writing a comic book, but I’m writing a comic bookish novel. With super-villains. And plots of world domination. And chaos. And powers. And all things magical and science fictiony and absurd. Why? Well, to answer that question, I guess I’d have to answer the question posed at the beginning of each and every other NaNoWriMo, or short story project, or freelance writing gig, or poem chapbook, or even letter to a friend I haven’t talked to in far too long:
Because I have to.
So there it is. I’m writing a comic booky book. And I’m going to do it in a month. Maybe it’ll be awesome. Maybe it’ll be complete crap. But no matter the outcome, I’m going to do it. And I’m going to complete it. And even though I may not have a secret life, if you call me a hermit or a recluse or simply interrupt my writing time at all this next month, I’m going to do what all writers do, whether they admit it or not:
I’m going to put you in my book. And then probably kill you.
Wish me luck…
(and check out nanowrimo.org while you’re at it. You might surprise yourself.)