There’s an expression in the Philippines, which probably is the same in English or another language, it goes like “Bakit ka pa kumuha ng bato na ipupokpok sa ulo?” (Why did you go and get a stone to hit your head?) because I can’t help that I’m holding that stone right now.
As most of you know, yours truly is a romance author, but I’m trying to break away from it, starting with my micro-fictions.
I’ll always have room for love.
But the reason why I feel I’m about to bang my head with a stone is that I just joined Camp NaNoWriMo for July.
Unlike National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) (a challenge I always joined in November) Where participants begin working towards the goal of writing a 50,000-word novel from November 1 to November 30.
Camp NaNoWriMo is a virtual writing retreat which makes you decide the length of your writing project, novel or not.
And here comes the painful part. I barely have inspiration or time to write. But I still want to challenge myself to write Perfect Imperfect, a dystopian story. I’m aiming for at least 70,000 words, which means writing 2300 words a day.
Talk about torturing yourself.
But still, I’m excited. And hopeful.
I won’t be around as much and will be relying on schedule post for update most of the time.