Writers across the world are feverishly polishing up their outlines in preparation for November’s NaNoWriMo challenge. Since I’ve been thinking about Therese’s post yesterday, I’m seriously considering it. I’ve got the makings of a good outline. The story, though shadowy, is starting to form in my head, as are the protagonists and antagonists. Why not go for it?
But after further thought, I’m wondering: will trying to write a dreck first draft in one month backfire?
Bear with me here. It’s not that I’m afraid of failure or even that I’ll blow the whole thing off entirely and be the only writer in the world who didn’t finish NaNo. I suspect there’s a confetti of failed goals littering the NaNo trail.
It’s that the writing is no longer a secret.
For me, the juice that fills my energies comes from hiding in my cave, thrashing away at the keypad. No one but a trusted coterie knows what I’m doing–not even my husband. With NaNo, the writer is coming out of the closet, proclaiming themselves to the world that they are WRITERS. I’m not sure I can handle that.
Does anyone else feel that way? Or am I alone in this particular neurosis?