For those of you who aren’t familiar with what November means to writers, it’s now National Novel Writing Month. This summer, I asked a friend if he wanted to be my sperm donor. He said he might. And that got me to thinking about what would happen if we really did have a baby together. What would my family say if I brought home my baby daddy and explained to them that he was nothing more than my baby daddy and that he, too, had yet to find the right man?
That’s my NaNo novel this year. This year, I will write 50k words about creating a family with one of my gay friends. My brain has all sorts of ideas on just how to write this book. Maybe it should be a series of letters from my friends and family, telling the baby their thoughts, their feelings, how they reacted to the news. Or maybe it should be a more traditional third-person narrative. I don’t know exactly. But that’s the beauty of NaNo. I can do both or something completely different. It doesn’t have to be good. I just need to get it out. My thoughts. My fears. I can project all I want. I can just let the characters guide me. But I do know that I’m going to take this book where Will & Grace didn’t go. (That show came close, but even it didn’t follow through with this possibility.)
And now I must go because, after all, it is NaNoWriMo, which means I have to write 50k in 30 days! I’ll let you know how it goes. (But no, don’t expect to see the result any time soon. I very rarely write anything worthy of human consumption during NaNo. I’m pretty sure that whatever I write will need LOTS of revision before I share it with the world.)