As NaNoWriMo approaches, I realize that I'm not ready for it, not really. I have a general plot, a cast of characters, a general locale and a few specific locations in which to have things happen.
I know who is going to live, who is going to die. I know what condition my protag is in at the outset, I know the challenges I'm going to throw at him to make him change and grow. I know who the supporting cast is, who the bad people are, why they are bad, and what they want out of life.
In the general plot outline I wrote, I tried to balance scenes of pathos with scenes of humor, violence with sex, despair and fear with hope and reconciliation. I alternate exposition with action, conflict with resolution.
I've connected with writing buddies on the NaNoWriMo website, made comments in Twitter and various forums, made public my intentions on this blog.
So what haven't I done?
I haven't told anyone in real life, because I don't think I would get any support. Rather the opposite, in fact.
I haven't worked out the logistics of time and space. I don't yet know how I'm going to squeeze out three hours a day, even if I put this blog on mothballs for a month and stop doing FridayFlash.
I need a certain amount of silence and privacy to write, a certain amount of space. That's not something I can get very easily.
All of this begs the question: is it possible to do NaNoWriMo quietly and unobtrusively? To fly under the radar and maintain the rest of your life as usual without any telltale signs?
I guess we'll see.