I spent yesterday evening at the 40th stop of Chris Guillebeau's Unconventional Book Tour in Houston, meeting new people and soaking up their exciting pursuits of purpose. But there was one analogy that stuck with me on the entire four hour drive home. As children, we all inevitably heard, "If all of your friends were jumping off a bridge, would you do it too?" It was usually in response to some request we'd made because a friend down the street had the coolest new toy or shoes. That casual reminder to think independently and be true to ourselves. And then we grow up, and although unspoken, the message changes.
Over the last few months, I've shifted almost exclusively to bootcamp-style workouts. Inevitably, I get two questions: - What the heck does that mean? - Why? Read the rest of this article to see the answers. I'll tell you that it's been one of the best decisions of my life.
On day one, I was filled with optimistic enthusiasm. Then the reality of life set in. I go from 5am to 9pm at full steam pretty much every day. Where exactly was I going to squeeze in uninterrupted writing time? Somewhere inside, I think I knew that was going to be a problem. Thus, my word count has stayed exactly where it was on November 1: 187. Watching the #nanowrimo tweets are almost depressing at this point. Lots of folks are well into the tens of thousands. There's a part of me that wants to feel disappointed in myself for not keeping the pace.
The idea of writing of book popped in my head about 18 months ago, and it's never let go. I have a story I feel like I'm supposed to share. But writing is hard - at least that kind of sustained writing. I'll start and make progress for a few days, and then fall off the wagon again. Then I read about NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and knew I had to try it. Basically, folks all around the world dedicate themselves to writing 50,000 words in November. Yesterday was the official kickoff. To be on track, I should have written 1,667 words.