I have always ignored the fuss made about Na-No-Wri-Mo. Even while I was taking Creative Writing courses and could tentatively call myself a writer, the thought of tackling the n-word at all was inhibiting. I can barely read one in a month, so the thought of attempting to write one in that time made me want to find a quiet corner and sob. So I did what I do when something scares me, I ignored it and nestled in the smugness of its non-existance.
But a couple of weeks ago, I blew it. I told someone I could never do Na-No-Wri-Mo. Not only did I admit its existence – thereby making it undeniably real – but I also awakened my inner mule; tell me ‘you can’t do that’ and I will huff and puff and I will find a way. My way can be flexible and non-linear, but it will have the essence of the original in the way that a poem will be the essence of a truth even if details must be changed to get there. It is in this spirit, then, that I have reinvented Na-No-Wri-Mo for the word-challenged: Wri-Mo-Micro. Instead of 50,000 words in 30 days, I will attempt to write at least 100 words every day throughout November.
As for Movember, that’s easy. I’m with the guys. Come November 30th I’ll be twiddling my handlebar as I read back over my month’s vast writings.