Pros: I have written every day except last Friday (when I got a killer migraine that necessitated going to bed whimpering and wondering if my head would ever stop hurting).
Cons: Hitting 50k has gotten… more difficult, and may not happen.
For those participating in NaNoWriMo, how are you faring? For those not participating, how’s life treating you?
I vacillated pretty much all of October between whether or not to join NaNoWriMo this year. I don’t really
have enough time,
I don’t really like my idea,
I have work deadlines this month,
I feel sick too often because I have allergies and my colds when I get them are never ending and cabin fever is definitely kicking in.
But then, I remember
how amazing it feels
to finish a piece of writing.
it is a goal of mine
to become a writer,
which I don’t currently consider myself,
because I’m not writing every day.
& I remember
that there will always
be more work
so if something is important to me
I need to figure out how to work it into my life
So I have taken the plunge. Signed up to strive to write 50k words this November 2020. I have met my daily goal for November 1, and am feeling hopeful, and am hoping that I’ll meet the 50k goal, but if I don’t, thinking that at least this could be a kickstart towards writing every day.
Anyone else hopping on the NaNoWriMo train? Leave me a comment below – let me know how the beginning is going for you!
The air, at least in Michigan, is starting to chill. The leaves are turning shades of yellow, orange, and red before drifting to the ground as beautiful corpses that litter our lawns, and then get wet and gross and present rake-breaking eyesores. It is, in short, October. Beautiful, fall-is-here October. Which means next month is November. And as most of those who like to write are aware, November is supposed to be a push to get a (probably shitty) 50k word draft of a novel drafted by partaking in NaNoWriMo.
There’s no hard and fast rule saying you have to participate in NaNoWriMo. But as someone who feels like there is at least one decent novel hidden somewhere in her sleep-deprived brain and shriveled, cynical heart, it is an event which I have attempted a few times, and always feel I should consider.
But not this month. Fuck November! My November is going to be awful. I’m going to be up to my eyeballs in work, struggling valiantly to meet nearly-impossible deadlines while sitting in a cube and feeling my ass grow wider each day because exercise is for people without kids and soul-crushing jobs.
However, theoretically, my December should be calmer. In fact, I’m taking at least two weeks off. So I am setting myself a goal in December, instead – 2k words per day for 2 weeks on whatever. Maybe a novel, maybe some short stories. But I want to write consistently, in addition to keeping my house clean, and keeping my kids fairly happy and well taken care-of.
What about you? Are you torturing yourself in November? Or is November a no-go? If the latter, do you want to push yourself in December, like me?