November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for only slightly shorter. The aim of the game is to get down a legible 50,000 words, which means completing an average of 1,667 words per day for thirty days. I’ve failed (drastically) once before, but 50k would bring me past the finish line of the first draft of Novel No.2, so…
But despite a good 6 hours of start time enthusiasm, Week 1 didn’t go so well. (Catch up here and here.) I managed a respectable-ish 7,635 words but soon floundered under the pressure of producing 1,667 words a day or… well, nothing actually happens if you fail, but you get the idea. I thought doing NaNo would give me the push I needed to add 50,000 words to my current work in progress but there’s something about authority that makes me want to do the opposite. (This is why WeightWatchers doesn’t work for me – my leader’s enthusiastic encouragement actually makes me want to eat cake.) Suffice to say, things haven’t been going well…
Day 8 | Monday 8th November
Day 9 | Tuesday 9th November
…still no words…
Day 10 | Wednesday 10th November
…and still no words. Disastrous! But I blame the delivery of Jane Wenham Jones’ amazing new book, Wannabe a Writer We’ve Heard Of? (which I’m in, a little bit – have I mentioned that yet today?) and the shopping trip which was supposed to be for a winter coat but turned out to be for an amazing cupcake stand from M&S (pictured below), and mini gingerbread men which will fit PERFECTLY into the silver pail decorations I’ll hang on one of my two planned Christmas trees.
Distracted? Me? Never.
Day 11 | Thursday 11th November
Went to Dublin first thing in the morning…
Day 12 | Friday 12th November
… and stayed overnight. So both these days were write-offs, NaNo-wise.
And here’s the thing: I’ve decided to throw in the towel. I just can’t take the pressure, and I certainly can’t work under it. I thought that maybe making my NaNo efforts public would give me no option put to succeed, but it didn’t. NaNo, in my humble opinion, is perfect for experimenting with a project or trying a new genre or something, but for me it’s only having an adverse on my work-in-progress and I can’t afford to let it continue.
So I’m going to go back to write the way I normally do, which is to do as much as I can on any given day, but not berate myself if the imaginary voices in my head decide to stay quiet for a couple of them.
I hope the NaNo Overlords – and you, dear blog reader – can forgive me.
(And if you can’t, be kind!)