During my residency in pediatrics, I had an idea for a story. As I pondered various twists and turns in the tale, I realized that telling the world would result in a novel.
Needless to say, life intervened. A couple of kids, a lab to start, a career to develop; somehow these all kept me from getting around to putting my words on record.
A couple of years ago I told my son about my idea. He was pretty amazed at the level of detail I had already incorporated into the general plot. Every time he came home from college, he asked about my progress. I finally started a Scrivener file for the work and began creating character sheets and some scene outlines. At least I could say it was a work in progress, and not just a dream in my soul.
Today I saw a link to the National Novel Writing Month site. I signed up, agreeing to write 50,000 words during November.
I will likely fail to write this many words.
Even if I only grind out 20,000 words, that’s a lot more than I have done to date. Having that bit of competition and encouragement may make it happen, and may get me to produce more than I anticipate.
Any of you have dreams of authorship? Not scientific papers, but novels, collections of stories, or even memoirs? I challenge you to sign up for #nanowrimo as it is called on Twitter. Let’s make each other write!