Tuesday, November 1, 2011
NaNo What? An Insecurity Post
Because writers might on occasion contend with insecurities, Alex J. Cavanaugh founded an Insecure Writer’s Support Group for bloggers. We’re posting monthly, exposing our insecurities and/or offering support. This is our third "meeting." Please visit Alex's blog to learn what others are grappling with. You may find you're not alone and may also glean precious words of wisdom.
I throw myself against the door once more. It still won’t budge. Damnit, I don’t really want to be here but they had brownies last week. “Hello in there! Would somebody please let me in?”
The door cracks open and I squeeze through a narrow space, nearly suffocated by a very wide hairy creature taking up eighty percent of the room. He grunts, belches and prepares to speak. “If you don’t mind, Alex, or even if you do, I’ll run the show this month.”
I roll my eyes as my blood vessels simmer. Lord I hate these self-important types. “Eh hm, excuse me Alex-” I raise my hand but speak out of turn anyway. “Will there be brownies again this week?”
Alex offers a quick, tactful nod and looks to the wide-load to continue.
“As I was saying, I’m here this month because it’s all about me. I’m kind of a big deal.” He smirks. “I’m NaNoWriMo.”
“Heh? That’s your name?” I can’t contain my thoughts. “Sounds to me like you’re from Ork. Nanu nanu, shozbot!” I laugh, humored by myself. “Who gave you that lengthy title nobody can remember, the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act Commission?
Peering at me, NaNo’s face reddens. “What’s your problem, lady? I mean, you’re clearly sexually repressed and sublimate with chocolate. But what’s your problem with me? I accept all types, amateurs and pros.”
Sigh. “Sorry. I guess I’m still reeling from giving out more candy than I ate on Halloween. And yeah, the repression and, um, I'm out of batteries. Besides that, you intimidate the hell out of me. All you pro writers with your queries and critiques and proposals, the MS’s and WIP’s and MC’s whose archetypal metaphorical symbolism and multidimensional characterization of the dark-light dichotomy casts doubt upon my abilities to conjure up a simple piece of literary crap. Then there’s the fact that it takes me about 18 months to write 50,000 words. How do you SOB’s do it? Not to mention publishing the best selling book, How to Write a How to Book on How to Write a Book in 39,526 easy steps...All the acronyms and rules and regulations leave me feeling inadequate. I just wanna write stuff and eat chocolate.
I turn to Alex. “Brownies, yet?” He opens the door to the lobby. Phew, I’m dismissed.
As I step out, I turn back to the hairy creature. “Then again, maybe I’ll do you next year.” Wink.
Good luck to all those braving NaNoWriMo. Despite how it may sound I really admire you for taking on the challenge! You can do it, Jenn!
Happy November, everyone.