|Book sculpture/waterfall outside the Cincinnati Public Library. |
I'd better kick it into gear if I ever want to see my book on the shelves there.
Here it is. November 1st. The start of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) 2012.
One of my managers is doing it with me this year. We sat at lunch yesterday and talked all about it. There were common themes that ran through our conversation and I realized that my imagination runs wild every October 31st, just before I sit down to start. Here's what I thought last night:
This book is going to be so good. Oh my gosh. This is the best idea ever. I can't believe nobody else has written this. Nobody else has probably ever thought of this. I'll be able to find a publisher right away. Probably by December. This book is probably going to write itself. After I get a publisher, they'll probably want me to turn this into a series, but I think it's better as a stand-alone. I'd better start thinking of the next book after that. I'll probably have a lot of book signings. I wonder if I'll be able to retire right away? I'm going to take my co-workers to the bookstore and surprise them and walk over to where my book is on the shelf. That'll be so funny. I'll probably be a common household name, like Stephen King. Oh my gosh -- this book is going to be great!
I could barely sleep for all my delusions of grandeur.
Then I woke up and went to my computer to start this Great American Middle-School Novel. I typed 300 words and it's already going wrong.
Wish me luck.