Way back yonder in November 2012 before I began The Great Unwashed, I heard rumblings of a writing contest. My Facebook feed was filled with comments about writer’s angst and being behind or creating something one was proud of. And it got me thinking that perhaps I should start putting my writing out into the world.
So I did.
And it was good.
I quite enjoy it.
I especially enjoy all of you, my Unwashed public.
Hence to challenge myself I shall engage in my own NaNoWriMo which is short for National Novel Writing Month. Essentially for the month of November participants must write 50,000 words or 1,667 words per day.
That’s a lot of words. It’s the kind of task that could kill a frat boy. Or at the very least severely cut into their drinking time.
Regrettably I am not able to fully participate in NaNoWriMo because I do not write fiction. I have written fiction and certainly my family members would like to argue that some of my stories contain such hyperbole that the words might as well be fiction but when push comes to dewey decimal classifying shove, I’m a non-fiction humourist.
Please note that all stories about my mother are 100% TRUE. I wouldn’t ever exaggerate her strength. It’s just too dangerous to do something like that to a woman who I caught bicep curling mini coopers last weekend.
I digress.
So I shall be participating in an extreme writing contest of my invention- NaBloWriMo or National Blog Writing Month because the products of my work shall go up on my site to be perused by you, my lovely Unwashed readers rather than being transformed into a fiction draft. Obviously I shall not be posting everyday and I may in fact hold back many of the works that I create because I hold my posts to a certain standard. So collectively we may very well be celebrating NaBloWriMo together for quite awhile. Think of it like an Unwashed Thanksgiving only instead of having to eat turkey every day for two weeks afterwards you’ll just be reading posts that I created in November for months.
Wish me luck!
Let the games begin!
Man, I know the worst games. NaBloWriMo; the game where you sweat over your computer for two hours a day.
And of course there is the never ending game of “Too High Shelf” in which the majority of the world is too high for me and I need a ladder to reach normal person things.
That’s NOT true! I only bicep curled a moped 🙂
Love Mom
When you comment on three posts all at once it tells me you haven’t read my work for over a week and a half…….
Good luck. Maybe you can inspire me. Then again, maybe not …
No I do inspire people. For example I inspired my sister to move 200 km away from me. She claims that I’m odd.
Sisters are supposed to piss you off and make you feel inadequate or worse. It is in their job descriptions.
I wish you the best of luck (although I have an inkling that you will succeed with flying colours!) and I look forward to reading about your contest exploits.
Also, did I ever answer that amazing e-mail of yours? Please don’t think me an ass (although I am an ass) – the last three months have been just madness, and I’m just now getting my head on straight. 🙂
Thank you for wishing me luck- I shall need it.
Tragically I did not receive a reply from you. I chalked it up to you thinking I was a 350 lb women’s prison inmate. I shouldn’t have expected different after all my nickname is “Big Marla”.