NaNoWriMo starts in less than 27 hours!

Have you ever tried to commit to something for an extended period of time and when you’ve actually done it, you’re impressed you even got that far? Same for me too. I’m the kind of person who becomes very particular in what I invest in. I give 100% or none at all. So during the month of November I, along with my close friends, will be participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo for short).

Apparently, this is a huge event.

If you don’t know what that is, it’s exactly what it sounds like. The challenge is to write a 50,000 word novel in just thirty days, give or take. There are no restrictions; the author can have the novel be in any genre with however many chapters and can (of course) be longer than 50,000 words. Each day you track your word count and earn badges along the way. You can chat with other writers in your area for support, help, advice and everything in between.

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Last year I took a step back fromĀ almost everything in theatre to focus on my journalism classes and writing for the school paper. I’ve gotten insanely better in just a short period of time but even though I’ve improved I can always improve. That’s how we get better, with practice and experience. That’s why I am challenging myself to write a 50,000+ word novel in 30 days.

I’ve never been a writer let alone would I picture myself participating in NaNoWriMo. English class and writing overall was never my forte in middle school, high school and even in college. Let’s put it this way; growing up I couldn’t articulate on paper a cohesive sentence. That was my reality but overtime I have battled mountains in order to get to this point as a writer.

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With all of that being said, I decided to title my young adult novel as “One Last Chance.” I’ve named my main character Jaclyn, a 22 year old college student who has survived an attempted suicide just six months prior. We will follow her journey into self-acceptance, heartbreak, devastation, triumphant victories and difficult choices as she gives her life “one last chance.” I have begun writing my prologue to this story which brings us to that moment six months ago where everything almost ended. We pick up the story to the present time as she begins her senior year.

I don’t know what direction this novel will necessarily take me even after making a rough outline. I know where I would like the story to go, which I will be keeping to myself, but realistically it might not be the same as what will ultimately be written. I am currently at 446 of this post which is already a great start; I want to have the prologue completed before Nov. 1. That’s where I am currently at with my NaNoWriMo endeavors.

My friends who inspired me to do this have really great novel ideas that they will be either writing from scratch or will be continuing further in just a few short days. No matter what, we’re committing to a 30 day challenge which we will all accomplish.

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Will my novel be good? … Maybe? I don’t know yet!

Will I become a better writer? All of the yes.

Will I reach my goal? I am sure as heck going to try.

Bring it on National Novel Writing Month!

If you’re reading this and want to be buddies on NaNoWriMo, zoedkiriazis is how you’ll find me.

Because we’re always starting over

So I am the literal worst. I graduated college, bought myself a domain and was like, “Zoe, you’re going to keep up a blog!”

Fast forward a few months later and I haven’t posted anything. It’s wicked hard when you’re trying to find a job, figuring out how to pay your student loans, pay for all the other things life has to offer, have a social life, binge watch “How I Met Your Mother” before Nov. 13, understand the meaning of life and being this scary thing called an adult. Girl, I am exhausted from just typing all of that. GAH. MER. MAH. ARGH. BLAH. AAAH!

Okay. Cleansing Breath. Hakuna Matata.

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There’s no real reason why I haven’t been writing, it just hasn’t happened. I got promoted to full time adult back in May and life has been anything but calm. I had a cool summer job at Chautauqua that brought alongside homesickness, loneliness and a lot of adventures. I worked at a summer theatre camp for two weeks and that is the last time I have been involved with theatre (excluding seeing performances). I moved back home to Ithaca in August and have been on the look out for some sort of job since while also taking care of my mom, cleaning, cooking, shopping and living the life of a 23 year-old college graduate.

No matter how neat my resume is or how articulated my cover letters are (side note: job hunt it going great, absolutely no interviews or responses), I’m still finding myself at one of life’s moments when you think you might have hit a dead end but need to know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

I can tell you right now that there is a light, a faded light that illuminates a pale yellow peaking out of the tiniest hole imaginable, but it’s there. I can barely see it but it still counts!

Even through all the chaos, mayhem and anxiety towards the future, a lot of great things have happened.

I’ve taken a few random adventures by myself. I’ve become more savvy in social media. I’ve witnessed my first wedding as an adult and was in one for that matter. I’ve made a few wild decisions. I’ve started to focus on myself. I’m slowly losing the “square” and “box-like” personality associations I gained during college. I’m trying to branch out from what I am so used to in order to grow.

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I’ve gained new friends, I’ve lost friends, I’m heading back towards my roots, I’m doing what I want to do and I’m putting together the pieces in a never ending puzzle while taking my life one day at a time.

I’m becoming a better me, at least I’m trying to be, but there will be more mistakes along the way, bridges to be crossed, situations to handle and adventures to be had.

Sometimes you gotta go through some tough shit to grow through it all. And sometimes that means starting over.

And starting over is just a way of life saying, “It’s time to move on.”