O.k. I know it. I've tried joining the NaNoWriMo thing for several years (National Novel Writing Month, for those who are shaking their heads). The goal is 50,000 words between November 1 and November 30, which equals approximately 1,666 words a day.
Hmmm, shouldn't be too hard to do. After all I have a graduate degree in English, I can type about 85 words a minute on a regular keyboard, I'm a librarian surrounded by books and writers every day of my work life, and I have several "works in progress," as they used to be called.
So how come I sit for hours fretting, thinking, avoiding and just being plain obstructive? I believe it's my innate sense of contrariness, something in these Irish bones that mentally thumbs its nose at authority, at some force telling me what I should do. But of course that's just plain old procrastination.
Oddly enough, now at mid-point in November, I feel this sudden urge to push through, like some kind of off-balance marathon runner. I think some writers have to come at their work (and it is work) from a sideways angle. Like those funny sand crabs that scuttle sideways, we prod at the thing, testing the water, turning our backs until that surge to pounce, to jump erupts -- even if only for a few hours or a few days.
We'll see what the next few weeks bring -- could be wonderful; could be a bunch of ka-ka. But it's always an adventure, whether one writes, paints, composes, dances, sings.
Good luck to my
fellow NaNoWriMo participants--
may the best crab win!