nanowrimo nononono

So here we are.

Today begins NaNoWriMo -- National Novel Writing Month -- where writers all over the globe are challenged to write a novel of at least 50,000 words in the thirty days that hath November. I know a few perfectly sane people who are diving in to this pool of crazy. I doff my cap towards them.

But it ain’t for me. I’ve never been adept at long-form writing. (Some of you snarky types may be chortling, “You’ve never been adept at short-form writing, either.” Ha ha. You win the Game of Internet.)

Still, I am curious about the challenge of it all. I’m told that one of the main elements of NaNoWriMo is sheer output. Quantity over quality. Forcing one’s self to just write for the sake of writing. 

One of the reasons I started this web...blah...log fourteen months ago was to challenge myself to write and do something entertaining and creative, because my real world only lets me be entertaining and creative when someone hires me to do so. It’s much easier to write anywhere than to act or perform anywhere, as acting in one’s living room produces a myriad of challenges that thousands of trees that have fallen in unpopulated forests can attest to.

So in order to up that ante, I am creating, just for me, Horribly Local Blog Writing Month, or HoLoBloWriMo. Throughout this month, I will be posting on this blog every day, which is saying something since my normal posting schedule is every 5-7 days. Since my first year of blogging produced approximately 50,000 lovingly edited words, I will make this month’s goal 10,000 words. Words that do not include my standard header and footer of So here we are and Yes indeed. Welcome to me. I’ll keep count at the end of each post. 

Some of it will be fun. Some of it will be crap. And some of it may actually be -- *shudder* -- blog-like. But if you’re willing to go on this wacky adventure with me, then I’m game to give it a go. 

And now, here come the disclaimers, just like in all those drug commercials:

I’m coming down with something and I can actually feel the phlegm machine cranking up. I have auditions to prep for and auditions that require no prep at all, but that all involve time-sucking waits and commutes. I have some commitments to perform at benefits and a few long days of upcoming work at Sesame Street. Then there’s Thanksgiving, and I’ll be working on the Sesame Street float at the Macy’s Parade before I trudge home to cook. And of course, the nature of the freelancer’s life means that I never have a firm idea of what I’m doing week to week. Not to mention that I do not have a maid. There will be days when I serve up deliciousness, and days where I just make you a sandwich for dinner. Eat it or don’t. Just remember that there are starving children in other countries who don’t get to read any blogs at all.

But I promise you here and now: under no circumstances will I write a post moaning about not having anything to write about. That would be waaay too blog-like.

And that’s 544 words.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.