Things MFA graduate students are good at:
- Writing perfectly crafted text messages to one another, a symphony of mystery, intrigue, flirtation mixed with aloof detachment dosed out in perfect proportion to the situation. We are all lyrical wizards, and it’s frightening sometimes, they way we misuse our power. What I’m trying to say is that Kristen G*****n is a witch.
- Any variety of parlor games that require extensive lying and trickery. Balderdash. My Dad is… (either A- a successful magician. B- a real estate agent turned puppeteer in these hard financial times.)
- Selecting songs from jukeboxes that don’t just sound good, but also really speak to the time and situation.
- Crossing out every adverb I ever audaciously put in a story, helpfully.
So, Nanowrimo, or National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. That’s about 1700 words a day. I’m behind schedule but thats what the end of the month is for – tireless cramming. Here’s my first paragraph.
Chapter 1: The Guest Poet Spoke of Birch Trees…
The guest poet spoke of birch trees, something about the white bark being like his mothers ghost, only less interesting. He stopped (for effect, they thought) clutched his chest, gasped at the air like the tree itself was lodged in his throat, and finally, the whole lot of him cascaded to the ground. The podium tipped forward and an older woman in the front row caught it gracefully as it fell into her lap. This caused the chord to come unplugged and during the surge, the oomph that punctuated this awful poets collapse, the woman silently righted the podium again.
Incidentally, the poet is dead. Later some other characters will conspire to kill a dog. A girl locks herself up in her room and does drugs continually for days and days. Magic is attempted and failed. In all seriousness, writing a novel in one month is a meditative and beautiful process and I recommend it to everyone. It’s not too late to start now, but almost. Visit Nanowrimo and be my friend. (user name: Mollykills)