Some things I want to do before I die.
Publish a book.
For as long as I can remember, I dreamed of becoming an author. I’m nowhere near publication right now, but check back with me in several years, okay?
Interview a celebrity.
I’ve been thinking about interviews lately for some reason. Also, I use the word “celebrity” loosely. Anyone successful. Author, athlete, actor, etc. Anyone cooler than me essentially.
Run a marathon.
As a kid, my endurance wasn’t that bad. During track events, I chose the longer distances. Then again, I remember going to a track meet at another school and not wanting to do the race. I didn’t come in last at least. In my high school fitness class, we had to run 5K at the end of the semester. I survived. Somehow.
Host a party.
Social anxiety means people and parties aren’t my thing. I didn’t go to formals. I didn’t go to prom. So for me, hosting a party will be quite a challenge.
Start a book club.
First, I need to find strangers who like to read. Then I have to get them to be my friend. That’s not an easy task because I seem to scare normal humans away. Let’s not get into my pettiness or the fact I burn bridges like people burn matches. Maybe I’m better off starting a virtual book club.
Knit a scarf.
If you’re willing to teach me how to sew, I’m willing to learn. I can teach you how not to sing in return. Sounds like a fair trade if you ask me.
If you’re 10K behind like me, you can do one or all of the following:
- Cry a river before filling an ocean.
- Read books that are published and mourn your unpublished career.
- Publish a blog post to justify not writing creatively.
- Throw a dance party for one because you don’t believe in pity parties.
- Feel insanely productive for not procrastinating by writing for hours.
But what’s the fun in doing the latter when you can do everything else except put pen to paper/fingers to keyboard?
Put some pressure on yourself.
Good luck. Catch up if you need to. If you are many words ahead, I don’t want to talk to you because you aren’t human.
So after NaNoWriMo is over and school winds, I’m going to throw a party on WordPress every day.
I’m going to be in your face, in your space. It’s going to be great.
What I mean is recently I haven’t been reading, commenting, and interacting as much as I’d like so I want to read, comment and interact more. I blame university more than writing for this. You should too. University severely cuts down on my time to care for my blog, which makes me so sad.
But I promise that in December, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me on your blog. Or blogs. Maybe even your dashboard if I can get my life together and post more frequently.
Unfollow me now if you aren’t keen on this wonderful WordPress party.
- Think about your project for (Camp) NaNo days and sometimes months in advance.
- Jolt awake on March 31st or June 30th or October 31st because you realize there are X amount of hours left, yet you are wholly unprepared, despite all the “thinking” you’ve done.
- Attempt to outline.
- Throw away said outline.
- Consider starting another one.
- Stop outlining.
- With half an outline if you’re lucky or nothing but an idea if you’re like me, start typing.
- Convince yourself that you can’t possibly write X amount of words in one day.
- Somehow manage to write more words than you thought you could for an entire month.
- Finish and hopefully win (Camp) NaNo looking like you barely survived a vampire, werewolf, and zombie apocalypse.
- Throw a party…or thirty because no one is judging.
- Procrastinate for the next NaNo even though you know you shouldn’t.
I’m trying to be slightly funny and partially serious. I don’t think I accomplished either.
Week two, supposedly the hardest week, is over. It was rough, but it could have been worse. Much worse. Like little to no writing done worse.
Thing is I always feel like the last week of the month is the busiest for me and therefore the hardest. Let me know I’m not alone.
I hope Camp has been good to you and your novel has been too.
Keep writing. Push through. We’re halfway there.
Throw a party—your definition of one—to reward yourself. Don’t forget to invite me.
Seriously though if you can get through week two of NaNo, you can get through anything.
I didn’t know I created a 30 before 30 bucket list. But I did. Like five years ago.
- Start a clothing line.
- Open a restaurant.
- Write a travel guide.
- Publish a book.
- Purchase a car.
- Renovate my home.
- Stay at a luxury hotel.
- Get married.
- Appear on a talk show.
- Run a marathon.
- Give back to others.
- Sing well.
- Act in a movie.
- Be a leader.
- Meet the members of Simple Plan.
- Try an exotic dish.
- Visit relatives in China.
- Graduate high school with a 90 percent average.
- Go to university.
- Speak at an event.
- Win a dance competition.
- Be fluent in 3 languages.
- Help other teenagers.
- Sky dive.
- Volunteer at the library.
- Cook an entire meal on my own.
- Love my job.
- Fund-raise for a charity.
- Learn to swim well.
- Coordinate a party.
Most of these are still relevant and applicable today.
I realize that many of you are probably tired for obvious reasons. So I promise to give you a straightforward question today.
Trick question; obviously, you are. If you weren’t a writer you wouldn’t be attempting to write a novel in a month, would you? Silly me. My brain must be malfunctioning from lack of sleep, food, water, air, and all of life’s essential needs. Like this post if you can relate. Like this post even if you can’t relate.
And since I consider myself a writer, I’ll be cheering every other aspiring novelist on. I’ll clap for you at the finish line and we can throw a party on November 30th regardless of your word count. You tried. 7 billion other people didn’t.
So party away with whatever you accomplished this month, okay? Reward yourself. You’re different than everyone else because you are a writer, but you’re still human, so don’t forget to catch up on some sleep in December. Sounds like a good plan, no?
Take care because Christmas will soon be here.