Good morning, Internet, today is Monday, November 1st. Don’t you love it when the first on the month falls on a Monday? (No, you say? Why should I love having all my rent and bills due at the same time that I’m starting out my work week, you say? Well, I say, it’s almost like New Year’s. New week, new month, new beginning. But maybe that’s just me.)
It’s November, which is significant for a few reasons.
Reason the first: My mother’s birthday is in a week. She’s going to be in Peru, though, so I won’t be able to phone her in the morning to sing an obnoxious and totally copywritten song to her to make her smile. So instead, I’m wishing her a happy birthmonth (why not?). HAPPY BIRTHMONTH, MOM!
Reason the second: Remembrance Day. I’m sure I’ll talk about this at length on November 11th (which happens to be a Thursday), so I’ll leave off for now.
Reason the third: It’s Movember. Here’s how it works. If you’re a man capable of growing facial hair, you shave on November 1st. Then you allow your moustache to grow for 30 days.Â The purpose is to raise awareness and funds for prostate cancer research. The movement started in Australia in 2003, and has since spread to New Zealand, Spain, South Africa, the UK, Ireland, the Netherlands, Finland, the US and, of course, Canada.Â Last year, Canadian Movember participants raised $7.8 million dollars… not bad, Canada. Not bad.
Reason the fourth: It’s National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo). I’ve known about NaNoWriMo since I was in my teens, but I never managed to actually spend November writing, because, well, I was in school, and school likes to keep you busy. And then I was working, and I am usually doing a show in November (this November is no exception, but it seems to be enveloping my life less than usual) and, and, and… it just never worked out. So this year, I’m doing it! For real! The goal is to write an entire novel (175 pages, or 50,000 words) by midnight of November 30th.
I know a couple of writers who hear this and say “no good novel was ever written in a month.” To them, I counter: “no first draft was ever a good novel.” Because the goal is about quantity and not quality, you get to stop worrying about whether or not it’s any good or if anybody would ever want to read it – you just WRITE it. Until it’s WRITTEN. And then, with the leisure a much-longer-than-thirty-days time span, you can edit it into something that other people might potentially be interested in reading.
Seems like fun. Speaking of which, I have to go write fiction now.
Updates to follow, I promise.