Happy December Everyone!!
First: Check out a brief description of my newest WIP Picking the Prom King!
Know what December 1st means in my book? The end of NaNoWriMo. And if you haven’t heard of NaNo, let me just say it caused a few breakdowns this past month 🙂
Brief Description on NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month is a marathon writing month. The goal is 50,000 words and you don’t WIN unless you reach that goal. During the “Summer Camp” versions of NaNo you can set your own goal and still WIN with less than 50,000. But November is the whole deal.
This year I made the goal to WIN NaNo. I had a vague book idea. I spent a whole week (yep, a whole lotta thought) outlining the book, and I started writing. I write fairly quick, so I didn’t stress about the 1667 words/day needed to win. In fact, I started strong and wrote 2000-3000 words a day.
Until life started to happen. And I was asked to plan a Christmas party for a few hundred people, and I had the wonderful idea to self-publish a book of poetry (more to come on that later), and I decided to start teaching preschool come January and I needed to start planning lessons, and my kids got sick, and college basketball started (which I have season tickets to go see twice a week), and WHOA my month became full.
SO, I quit. Kinda. At about day 15 I said, “I don’t need this” and I stopped writing.
I let the guilt eat me and worm its way into my heart until 6 days before the end of November I snapped and decided I HAD TO FINISH. Not just to finish the book. I knew I’d finish writing, but just because I needed to finish my goal. I needed to prove to myself that I could push through something difficult.
And guess what? I finished!! I stopped writing mid-sentence at 50,008 words. And I’m pretty proud. (cue confetti).
That being said, here are-
5 reason I WON’T do NaNoWriMo again:
- I’m pretty consistent in writing each day. NaNo is great for people who need a kick in the pants to get words on the page. Maybe I take two months to write a book instead of one, no big deal. I’m still writing each day.
- November? Kinda the start to craziness. I love the Summer Camp in July, for some reason I can write much easier during summer.
- I don’t need the stress of a looming deadline over my head. Until I’m published and I have an editor with deadlines looming over my head, why put myself through that stress right now. I’m not proud, but I definitely caved to the stress.
- 50,000 words in one month felt more like a sprint to the end of a book rather than a marathon. And I sprinted. And I wrote a lot of words that I wont keep. What if I had taken more time and wrote words I like? Maybe they’d all still be trash, but maybe not? (I’m still under the illusion that I write perfectly the first time, HAHAHA)
- ALL THE PRESSURE. The pressure of the deadline. The pressure of the other writers doing better than me (I know I’m not supposed to compare, but…guilty). The pressure to save face and make sure you win. And the pressure I put on myself. I’m my hardest critic and the harshest task master. No one around cared that I put my goal on hold. But I did.
Did you NaNo? How did you do? What are your thoughts?