I tried it once.
I was in grad school and had no business taking on another project. Those were years I did way too many things, none of them particularly well.
I don't know how I thought writing a novel would benefit me.
You see, I've never so much as written a story more than, oh, five pages long. And that story was a tremendous struggle.
I'm not a writer interested in plot-driven narratives. I haven't read many novels lately. I don't have a character whose story I need to tell. The word "narrative" gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Why, then, would I even consider a second NaNoWriMo attempt?
Maybe because I just want to have a 200 page manuscript in a drawer. I can refer to those pages as "my novel."
If I could be content with a paperweight made of 200 sheets of paper, I could write a novel. However, I still write like a poet. I obsess over every syllable. Writing is a slow go for me.
I did, however, think of some ideas last night.
Mythology. Caravaggio paintings. Ovid. A novel in three sections.
That's all I've got. But it's a start.
