I love writing, but I also love organizing. Not sock drawers, or bookshelves, or basically anything physical in my home. I don’t even like organizing my books. But I do like to organize people. Of all the chances I’ve had to gather humans like unruly cats, my favorite experience has been with National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. I’m going into my fourth year as a Municipal Liaison (ML) with the organization, and let me tell you; it has been a BLAST.
My job as Municipal Liaison involves a lot of work, and then I add even more work to my pile because I love it so much. Some of the work I’m supposed to do involves organizing local weekly writing meetups, emailing pep-talks to my geographic region of writers, and putting together large events where writers can mingle and work. Some of the tasks I give myself involve designing flyers for my events, making goodie bags, and 3D printing tiny version of our regional mascot to give out to writers. We also fold washcloths into tiny “plot bunnies” and hold live auctions of them to raise money for NaNoWriMo HQ. It’s amazingly fun.
One of my favorite things to do for my wrimos (that’s a NaNoWriMo participant) is give out pep talks. One year I even had a little notepad of pep talk forms. This totally backfired, because one of my co-ML had to take the pad from me and write me a pep talk that essentially read, “Stop trying to inspire other people, you’re clearly procrastinating, write your own novel!”
I was procrastinating, she was right. I just love trying to help other people on the amazing journey of writing a novel. Thanks to that co-ML, though, I sat my butt down and wrote, and now I have that very novel up for pre-order!
I couldn’t have gotten this far as an author without the help of my region and the other MLs in my region. I’m actually moving regions this year, and I hope I’m half as lucky with finding good writers in my new region as I was in Dallas-Fort Worth. I also hope that I’ve left a positive legacy here, and that maybe those 2017 pep-talks did some good.
Maybe someone else out there is published because of that little pad of forms, or because of their plastic rhinos or cloth plot bunnies cheering them on. I like to believe that that’s true.