I don’t think I’m going to do NaNoWriMo again.
I can’t decide whether the post before this was prescient or hypocritical. Sure I can be positive and kind at people who aren’t doing NaNo, but in my mind I was part of a different group. I was pumped and I was going to try hard, and if you try hard that means you will win, right?
On the one hand, I suppose the NaNo experiment was successful – I’ve written more words in one piece than ever before in my life, and I’m still really into the story I came up with. Or rather I am again. Between day 20 and now I could hardly even look at it without wanting to do something vicious to myself. Now that I’ve decided to leave those wordcount goals behind, I’m excited about it again. I don’t know if the number was worth the knock to my mental health. I’m still going to finish the story, but I’m going to do it at my own pace.
Maybe professional writers routinely write more than 1667 words every day, like one of the pep-talks said. Maybe for some people writing 50 000 words in a month is merely a challenge rather than an ordeal. I’m not one of those people, I’ve learned. But I’m feeling ok about it now.
My story still rocks, after all.
AND I have a whole list of things I want to blog about, so stay tuned in the next few weeks!