It's roughly nine days until NaPlWriMo 2010. You can see the official count down here and you can also join our community and write a play with us if you're so inclined. I hope you will.
This is my first year managing the event. Dorothy Lemoult, who founded NaPlWriMo, generously handed the reins over to me a few months ago and it's my new baby or rather, my adopted baby (I always wanted to adopt). I'm excited about taking on this new project because Dorothy has fostered such a vibrant, supportive community and I've been happy to be part of it for the past 5 years.
I've done pieces of it in the past two years. In 2008, I was the dramaturg, which kept me jumping. Last year, I managed the Twitter feed and contacted people about contributing Rhino Bursts (weekly pep talk-type posts) and we had some great contributors.
Luckily, I have a great supporting team because I'm still learning how to navigate the site and keep up with all the little details. But if you're interested in getting involved, we can always use more help. Just email info@naplwrimo.org and let me know your interest.
Technically, the play I'm working on won't count for this year's event because it doesn't follow the official rules - the first one being that you can't have written any of your play. I think I'll be busy enough just trying to keep up with the back end of the event and finishing my play and that will have to be enough.
And the thesis? I didn't get it done. My advisor shut me down last Tuesday and I was devastated. Mostly because I was pretty sleep-deprived by that point and the writing routine since July has been exceptionally grueling (balancing or I'm not sure there's been any balance to it - juggling writing the play and the thesis and life - it veered over into the area of No Fun and stayed there for many a week.) It's been fruitful, but physically and mentally excruciating. I've taken the past week off to try to catch up on sleep and other life maintenance tasks, but to be honest haven't really accomplished much beyond the sleep thing and NaPlWriMo tasks and playing with my kids (this writing routine has upset their lives the most and they reached their limit over a month ago). My oldest son actually cried when I told him I didn't get the thesis done and couldn't turn it in. He sobbed: "That means this has all been for nothing." Yeah. Or maybe not. There's still a chance I'll be able to finish and turn it in next semester. It looks like it means dealing with some administrative bureaucracy and of course, paying for another semester of school. But. So. Close. So close.
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