I finished my November novel.
This year was kind of anti-climactic.
There are two main reasons why.
- It’s not the challenge of NaNoWriMo anymore that is appealing, it’s the challenge that comes next that I haven’t faced yet. That’s the unknown, the scary, the challenging part. So that means it’s time to take that plunge and start editing one of my seven novels. If I haven’t done that by this time next year, I’m not participating in NaNoWriMo. There’s no excuse anymore.
- I hate the story I wrote, but at least it was easy. The problem is that “easy” is not the point. I’ve realized that writing non-fiction is not as personally satisfying, because it doesn’t challenge me the way that writing fiction does. It’s too easy to start writing stream-of-consciousness and convince myself that it’s worthwhile to include in my word count. It’s not. I know that. So if I DO do NaNoWriMo again, it will have to be fiction, as the challenge “requires,” in order to stretch myself and force the creativity to start flowing.
So, yay. 50,192 words for November. I don’t want to sell myself short. I still put many hours in, and I’m glad I did, and I’m glad I finished and I’m mostly satisfied with the results. But I want to grow from year to year, not stay stagnant in the same place as I was the year before, and NaNoWriMo for me this year was a marker that showed me that I’m stuck in the same place, writing-wise.
That means in the next 11 months, I better have something more, that extends beyond NaNoWriMo! Some form of writing that takes shape into a piece of art that I want to share with the world!
Wait ’til you see it!
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