For the past three years, I have failed at NaNoWriMo… and it was not for lack of ideas either. As of now, I have at least six ideas in mind that need – no, are begging – to be written, but have been forced to stay in the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind because I simply do not have the time. Life does not allow you to sit down and write when you’re juggling a team of 20 people, freelance work, housework and a growing social life… not to mention a hunger for reading that isn’t getting fulfilled either. Sigh.
BUT this year I have come prepared. This year I have equipped myself with the ultimate writing desk!
Before living alone I’ve never actually had a proper writing desk, and not one I could call my own anyway; I always had to share it with my siblings. So it’s taken me a while, but I’ve finally managed to put together a desk that I would actually love to sit down to – pin boards and inspirational frames and a bookend and colour pens… and of course you can see my obsession with Peanuts. My one problem is that I love it too much and I am always too distracted by it to do any work or writing, haha.
This NaNo, I am going to be alternating between two WIPs – Penny For Your Dreams, which I started working on a couple of years ago; and Crossroads (working title – still looking for that perfect, catchy title. If you have suggestions I’d love to hear them!), which will be my first stab at YA fiction. The latter is proving too stressful for me because I’m so very anxious about falling into all the typical YA tropes, and I really, really want to make it unique. First draft synopsis coming up!
On a typical day, Drew tries to maintain the façade of student extraordinaire and star of the football team. On a typical day, Drew pretends his best friend isn’t dying. On a typical day, Drew struggles to hold it all together.
On a typical day, Rawiya tries to maintain a low profile. On a typical day, Rawiya pretends her life didn’t drastically change since the incident. On a typical day, Rawiya struggles to justify the hijab on her head… to herself before others.
On a typical day, they would only cross each other’s paths in classes and hallways. Each on the opposite side of the road, each wary of the other, each too fed up with short shelf life friends to even try… after all, what would a Christian like him and a Muslim like her have in common?
Are you participating in NaNoWriMo this year? Do you have a writing desk of your own? And… um, does my synopsis seem okay? >.>