All right already, I'm IN....
As much as I tried to ignore the impending month of November (for more reasons than holiday madness. It was denial I hadn't sold my house yet) and all thing NaNo (National Novel Writing Month for all you non-writers). I didn't want to strain myself with moving, working, mothering, AND writing 1667.6 words a day to make the 50,000 word mark at the end of the month.
Why kill myself? Why torture my family? Why add this task into the list of keeping the house spotless, moving most of my belongings to the new digs, and settling into a new routine, and the pesky holiday called Thanksgiving? I mean, why add the stress. Right?
But then I actually wrote something last night. And the night before. All in novel 2 which has been stagnant on my hard drive for three weeks. Sure, I had excuses for my lack of motivation. We all do. But, I knew I should be writing. If not to distract me, but to at least get me in a bit of a happier mood (writing does that to me. I know. I'm strange). And so I did. And so I signed up. Again. For NaNo.
This year though, if I don't finish, I'll be the last to beat myself up about it. Considering the summer and fall we've had. Writing alone is an accomplishment.
Why kill myself? Why torture my family? Why add this task into the list of keeping the house spotless, moving most of my belongings to the new digs, and settling into a new routine, and the pesky holiday called Thanksgiving? I mean, why add the stress. Right?
But then I actually wrote something last night. And the night before. All in novel 2 which has been stagnant on my hard drive for three weeks. Sure, I had excuses for my lack of motivation. We all do. But, I knew I should be writing. If not to distract me, but to at least get me in a bit of a happier mood (writing does that to me. I know. I'm strange). And so I did. And so I signed up. Again. For NaNo.
This year though, if I don't finish, I'll be the last to beat myself up about it. Considering the summer and fall we've had. Writing alone is an accomplishment.
