(aka, how not to do NaNoWriMo)
It’s been a while since I posted here. As you might have guessed, especially if you’ve been reading for more than a year, this means that NaNoWriMo went badly. The amount of time that I had to dedicate purely to writing during November meant that there was simply no time left over for a blog update.
So, to get it out of the way right now, I did win (which simply means that I reached the goal of writing 50,000 words in 30 days), but it was definitely an ungraceful win. (more…)
This chronicles the final part of my NaNoWriMo journey for 2014. The previous entries saw me at Day 25, still desperately behind with a win only a vague possibility. What was the outcome of my writing quest?
Before NaNoWriMo started I decided to keep a diary for the month. Usually diaries or journalling aren’t my kind of thing but I thought it might be interesting to document my slow failure and descent into (even more) self-loathing. Like many other writers I have a melancholy personality which leads to great swings between burning passion and depressive moments.
So, I’m just going to leave this here. I didn’t rewrite it into nice sentences; I have other nice sentences to go write.
I wrote this yesterday, so… the dates and things are a bit off.
Last night I came to the point where I had to admit to myself that I was not going to win NaNoWriMo this year. This thought had been nagging at me since the beginning of November and it hugely bothered me. I have a perfect streak of three years in a row and I didn’t want to lose that. A week into NaNoWriMo this year, I could see that this was going to be the hardest NaNo struggle I’ve ever had.