With National Novel Writing Month (otherwise known and November) a mere 33 days away, I’ve been mulling over whether or not I would participate this year. I’ve participated the last two years in a row and have been unable to crack the halfway point of 25,000 words by the end of the month, let alone the 50,000 that they are actually looking for. I’ve had a huge lull in writing over the last year anyway, why, I’m not sure. I’m thinking it could be some undiagnosed form of depression, but it’s hard to really know.
I think, however, I may have come to a decision. Even though I flaked on the challenge the last two years, and I still have those two novels, unfinished, on my laptop, I think I may try again. I’m thinking I may try non fiction. At least I know the story, and there’s no need to think of the plots. It’s real. It’s actually happened.
I’m sure some of you are now wondering what non fiction story I could actually write without having to do a boatload of research. Well, those who only know me through the internets may be wondering, but anyone who knows me well, even through the internets knows what story I would tell, my own.
Anyone who reads my other blog, rikionpd.tumbler.com, knows that there I mostly talk of the trials and tribulations of being on hemodialysis, which I’ve been doing for about two years. I’ve actually been on and off dialysis since 1991, creeping up on 20 years. I’m thinking I’ll probably start with the scattered memories I have leading up to that night in February of 1991, starting dialysis for the first time, the stories of both transplants, and going on dialysis again for a third time, to the complications that bring me to where I am today.
I don’t expect to make 50,000 words again this year, but I’ll be happy if I make the halfway point before the end of the month. Wish me luck, and check my profile on the NaNoWriMo site, http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/423786 to keep up with my progress.