The book you hold in your hands began as a deceptively simple sounding experiment: could I write the complete first draft of a novel within a 24 hour period? At first I was dubious. The day before I’d completed the initial draft of The Dead & Dying, to which I had devoted over a year of my life. And while it was true that I was trying to decide what project to tackle next, writing an entire novel within the span of a single day — even a short one — was more than a bit daunting. It wasn’t so much what I should write about as I had plenty of ideas: should my next book be the cyberpunk-noir collection of stories all connected by a central theme? Or perhaps that sci-fi tale about the female assassin hiding within the walls of a futuristic brothel? No, ideas weren’t what initially caused me to balk. Rather, it was the immensity of the undertaking. I knew the manuscript would have to be around 40,000 words in length not to be considered a novella and National Novel Writing Month challenges authors to complete a 50,000 word first draft in a month’s period. Could I really do the majority of a NaNoWriMo in a day’s time?
But the more I thought about it, the more excited I became by the idea. I decided if I was really going to do this completely insane thing then I was going to do it right: chapters would be uploaded to williamtoddrose.com as they were completed; periodic updates posted on Facebook and some of the message boards I frequent; and I would start right away, despite the fact that it was eleven o’clock at night and I’d already been awake for fourteen hours or so.
Ironically, in the end, I didn’t go with any of the ideas I’d been kicking around. All I knew was that I wanted to start the book with a scene of a city in chaos, completely embroiled in urban warfare. I trusted that the characters and plot would reveal itself to me as the words appeared across my screen and set to work.
It was literally an exhausting experience in every sense of the word: physically, mentally, and emotionally. There were times when I felt like I just couldn’t go on, that I needed at least a short nap. But I laid there in bed for twenty minutes, tossing and turning as my mind continued thinking about the characters I’d created until I finally gave in and went right back to work without even a second of shuteye. However, around 6:00 PM or so I had reached my limit: I simply couldn’t go any further. My writing was deteriorating to the point that I had to second guess exactly what I meant two or three sentences back and I’d begun having these little blackouts at my keyboard. As well as making stupid mistakes (such as not saving my progress periodically and having to recreate almost an entire chapter when my word processor crashed). So I called it a night. Or a day. Or whatever.
I’d originally planned on finishing the last five hours the next day. However, I was still so drained by the experience that I simply couldn’t. I went to work and the day passed in a blur. I came home and watched some brain dead television shows with my wife, nothing that would be too taxing. I tried to hold conversations with her, but it was like my mind was moving in slow motion and the words all came out wrong. So I took the evening off from writing and instead jumped right back into it the day after.
Once all was said and done, I ended up going 20 minutes or so over my self-imposed 24 hour time limit. Furthermore, my first draft was a couple thousand words short of the 40,000 goal. But still… I had a workable manuscript, a book written in the span of a day. Even if it wasn’t consecutive, I’d still only missed it barely. If I hadn’t have wasted that time trying to take a cat nap, in fact, I probably would have made it. Next time, I would have to start earlier in the day as well; begin at six AM so I would be fresh and raring to go and… wait, was I really thinking about doing this again?
You bet your sweet ass. The 24 Hour Novel Extreme Writing Challenge (as I’ve come to think of it) was like a roller coaster ride so thrilling, so invigorating, that I knew I would have to jump right back in line as soon as the car came to a stop. And next time, I’ll nail it.