
The first time I sat down to write
a novel was during the fall of my senior year of high school. It was nearing
the end of October and NaNoWriMo was about to begin. For those unfamiliar with
the event, NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, is an annual challenge
in November for writers and non-writers alike to create an original,
50,000-word novel in thirty days. I had been looking forward to the event for a
few months, and was excited to finally put my epic three-part futuristic
fantasy into words.
Thirty
days later, my final word count was just short of 10,000, adding up all three
times I had started over. The characters were paper-thin, the plot was all over
the place, and I had no idea where I wanted to take it. Suddenly my brilliant
idea was what some might refer to as a “hot mess.”
Needless
to say, I was embarrassed by my writing, or lack thereof. So what did I do? I
gave up.
Fast-forward
a year later to my first year of college and my life seems to be falling apart
all around me. Being away from home was hard, juggling classes was challenging,
and my relationships were faltering. I felt like I was drowning in the negative
energy, and needed some way to channel it. Out of that madness, with only a few
days left in October, NaNoWriMo came forward.
At the
stroke of midnight on November 1st, I sat down and began to write.
There was no game plan or premeditation this time—I was entirely on my own.
Unlike my first attempt, however, I was writing with a purpose. There was more
to this than simply writing a bestseller. I was channeling my deepest fears and
insecurities into the story of a character not unlike myself—and overcoming
them in the process.
Suddenly
writing a 50,000-word novel didn't seem nearly as daunting as the year before.
I would push all but the most urgent schoolwork to the side and give up hours
of sleep for the sake of writing even a few extra words. The story had to go
on, because this time, it was my story that I was telling.
I passed
the 50,000-word mark on the 29th with a day to spare, but the story
didn't end there. I spent the final day pumping out a final 8,000 words,
leaving myself with a grand total of 58,340 words. More importantly, I had
overcome the greatest enemy to my writing—myself.
I’m a
firm believer that anyone can create something great if they believe in what
they’re doing. As cheesy as it may sound, true passion and ability comes from
within. By taking everything that I thought was wrong in my life and putting it
into words, I was putting myself in control of my own destiny and creating something
heartfelt and honest in the process. If you believe in what you’re writing,
you’ll find a way to make it happen.
Very nice article Colin. Honest and inspiring. Thank you for posting it Laura.
ReplyDeleteI am a firm believer in "if you don't try you'll never know" thanks for the share!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Vashti Q-Vega and Deborah Rolan!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vashti! Everyone has their own experiences with writing, but it's only when we're honest about it and admit to the hardships that others can appreciate the work that goes into such work.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more, Deborah--how can you truly dismiss something if you never attempted it in the first place?
Good for you for overcoming your fear!
ReplyDeleteI think NaNoWriMo is the number one thing that keeps me writing. I challenge myself to get it done.
ReplyDeleteDid you know they have two Camp NaNoWriMo sessions during the summer?