Have you ever wanted to write a book?

“Sure, Linda, who hasn’t, but it takes so long to write a book. I’d never find the time.”

Or…

“I tried that once, but it took me 10 years to write it. I don’t want to do that again.”

Or…

“I started a book once… and then I started another one because I hit a wall with the first one. I didn’t finish either.”

Or…

“You can’t write a book in a month.”

Or…

“I don’t have time… I have so many things going on right now.”

I’ve heard them all. I’ve even used them all a time or two.

But…

This time of year, I experience that pull toward a task that seems impossible, one in which my goal-oriented and deadline-dependent self thrives.

Yes, people, it’s October, and that means November looms on the horizon.

National Novel Writing Month is one of my favorite times of the year. It’s the one month I set a goal and write with creative abandon to reach the finish line.

Shortened to NaNoWriMo, pronounced nan-o-ry-mo, this crazy month involves writing a 50,000-word novel from start to finish in 30 days, November 1 to 30. That’s a minimum of 1,667 words a day.

I LOVE NaNoWriMo and am always optimistic before the month begins. I “won” in 2012, and also finished Camp NaNoWriMo in April 2013. I’ve started books for both competitions since then, but have only finished about 17,000 words. I let my life get in the way.

Regardless, I always have high hopes for November. As October arrives, I start getting excited. I ponder topics. I think of storylines. I’m not the best outliner when it comes to NaNo. Some people are planners and will have their entire novels outlined. I’m more of a pantser, as in, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants-er.

What kind of writer are you?

Ponder that while I ask you a question.

Would you like to join me this year?

Would you like to devote just one month… just 30 days… to seeing if you can write a novel? It doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t have to make sense. It just has to be 50,000 words. Editing will come later.

This is the perfect opportunity for you to slap that old editor in the face. Lock her in a closet. Shove her off a cliff. And just write. Write like nobody’s going to read it. Write for yourself.

I know you’ve had an idea festering.

I know you’ve always thought it would be cool to write a book.

I know you have a book inside you somewhere.

Want to join me?