My First #NaNoWriMo

Ah, November.

The month in which Halloween transitions slowly into Christmas, and we Brits dedicate a chilly night to celebrating the arrest and eventual killing of an aspiring terrorist. Remember, remember the 5th of November: gunpowder, treason, and the birth date of our saviour, Kris Jenner. But of course, November also holds a place in the hearts of millions of creatives across the planet. That’s right, folks: it’s NaNoWriMo.

It may surprise you that I have never participated in the National Novel Writing Month – not officially, anyway. To be blatantly honest, I’ve never really been willing to make the effort. I’m sure that any school-aged writer would agree that this kind of commitment is hard! Not only are we being put to work like Sisyphus by every one of our subject teachers, but we – being the masochistic teens we are – choose to shackle our own ankles with the weight of a half-written novel or two. That’s a lot of weight. Throw a little identity crisis into the mix, and you – my friend – have thrown yourself straight into the River Styx.

A few months ago, a friend of mine asked whether I would be participating in NaNoWriMo this year. Well, my answer was pretty straightforward:

Are you joking? No! Don’t you realise how much work that is?

I had a point. I, Emily Rumboldt, am smack-bang in the middle of the single busiest year of my education. I am in Year 13, meaning that I am facing a shed load of exams, coursework, and personal crises which make my past 12 years look like a walk in the park. I am spending the night in Hell’s hottest hostel, and that is certainly no time to be writing a damn novel.

Then I met Hannah Witton and Grace Victory.

After chatting with them about my writing, Hannah asked me about NaNoWriMo.

“Are you doing NaNoWriMo this year?”

And for the first time in my life, I actually considered it.

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Emily Rumboldt with Hannah Witton (middle) and Grace Victory (right), NCS Trust, London. 27.10.17

It didn’t take long to convince me, either. During my train ride home, I sat scribbling ideas into my Harry Potter notebook until my my arm cramped up. As it happens, I actually have three novels on the go: Inauguration Day (see here), a to-and-fro narrative co-written with a great friend of mine, and a novel in Spanish about life in the LGBT community under Francisco Franco’s dictatorship. The latter seemed to peak Hannah and Grace’s interests the most, and so this is what I have decided to centralise my first ever NaNoWriMo on.

I won’t lie: I’m dreading it. Writing, for me, has always been a relaxing way to express myself. It is a hobby, an escapism, and really not something I’d like to have a fight-to-the-death with. The way I see it, there are some past times which are just better left as such: relaxing, rather than a laborious pain in the backside. Then again, I suppose it will be pretty interesting to see how I get on with this challenge.

So, I guess that settles it. This month is a month of writing, and I am jumping on the creative bandwagon with a project written entirely in aforeign language. It will be an LGBT+ representative piece set in 1940s Spain, and I can promise you now that this will not be your average chronological novel. Each chapter will be available to read in both Spanish AND English on my Creative Blog.

 

Happy writing!

 


 

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Twitter: @EmilyRumboldt

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To read my winning entry for the NCS blogging competition, click here.

To read more about NaNoWriMo, visit their website: https://nanowrimo.org/

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