National Novel Writing Month starts in a little less than two hours. ( My alarm clock goes off in seven hours.) I want to write this year, to write well, and especially, to write to the end. I want to be able to go into my critique group in December with a completed novel.
But how much do I want it? Do I want it enough to give up constantly checking my G+ stream? Do I want it enough to stay away from the nano forums? Do I want it enough to completely lose track of the Republican primary? Do I want it enough to never know how Lohan comes out with her community service? Do I want it enough to miss Good Wife?
Because if I don’t want it enough to do without all those things, and others, for one lousy month – then I will never be a writer. I’ll just be an aging wannabe.
When I finish this post I plan to unplug my router. I’ll plug it back in tomorrow after I write 2,000 words. Any day I don’t make 2,000 words there will be no internet, no blog posts, no email, no weather report, no forum browsing.