The bug has bite me and my husband has just gone with it. I’m six days and 10,266 words into a novel I hinted at over a month ago. I know very few people actually believe it until they see it, neither do I for that matter. But this feels different than all other projects I have started and then put down. There is no magical day like an event that approaches then passes whether you chose to do anything or not. I decided to use the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) to forage ahead and actually write a novel that has been on my brain for half a year. And after having a fifth of it down on paper, I feel like this is actually doable.
For those who are curious and haven’t yet asked, I’m writing a historical fiction novel on the 1935 California Pacific Exposition in Balboa Park, specifically on the nudest colony, Zoro Gardens. “Nudests?” you say. Yes, there were naked people living (well, sort of) in Balboa Park for two years in the small canyon between the Reuben H. Fleet and the Casa de Balboa (where the San Diego History Center, Model Railroad Museum and MoPA reside). There was a lot of interesting thing going on at that time as well.
So with that I leave you because the 267 words I just typed here, stalled me the same number of words I could have written towards that novel. So wish me luck and we’ll hang in December, or when my eyes are fried from staring at the computer for so long.