November 1, and some 200,000 people have signed up for National Novel Writing Month.
I am not one of them.
Oh, I fully intended to do it. I had two reasons: 1) it would give me something to blog about on a daily basis, at least through November; and 2) I’ve been talking about and trying to write a novel for … well, a really long time, let’s leave it at that.
But then I started to think about November and just how busy I will be this month.
The problem with November, for me, is that it’s chock-full of responsibilities. College football’s still going on, college basketball’s tipping off, and that means that, in the 30 days of November, I’ll be writing something like 40 bylined stories.
That’s in the neighborhood of 16,000-20,000 words, give or take. No novel, of course, but to try to add 50,000 words on top of that, along with my goal to blog something every day? Not to mention two important birthdays coming up this month, plus Thanksgiving …
Yeah, I’m thinking July is looking good for Andy Novel Writing Month.
There’s an interesting story here that uses what should be a typical sports feature (player overcomes the loss of a loved one, goes through tough time, rebounds to succeed again) to look at, as writer Brandon Sneed puts it, “the moral and ethical place of journalism.”
The story brings up some interesting points and addresses some of the tough questions that we, as journalists, have to contend with when trying to get the story. I’ll put some of my thoughts together for a blog post to come, but in the meantime, why not check out Brandon’s story? Good stuff.