My word, our heroine has done it again. A whole year has gone by and it’s suddenly NaNo Eve!
I planned all along to do NaNoWriMo. I do it every year – it’s a given I’ll participate. I have my spreadsheet ready for tracking my progress and a general outline of what I want to write. I’m neither pantser (anymore) nor planner, but rather a hybrid. I feel both approaches have merit, especially when it comes to NaNo.
If you read this blog when I regularly updated it, you’ll already be aware of my NaNo Curse. It gets me every year. Something unexpected comes along and I have to navigate my way around or through it in order to survive and win NaNo. Sometimes, like in 2016, it just doesn’t work out for me. (That was the year both my son and I were in the hospital for a while.) I’m anxious as I write this, wondering what form the NaNo Curse will take this year. Will I get past it? Tune in and fine out, dear Reader.
My personal goal every year is to meet the point I want to reach before Thanksgiving. This year, Thanksgiving is rather early, the 22nd. It’s going to be a challenge considering I’m out of the habit of writing daily. My hope is that this year’s NaNo puts me in BICHOK mode daily once again. I miss writing with all of you.
So lots of anxiety and hopes wrapped up in my approach to NaNoWriMo 2018. I’m as ready as I’m going to be, barring picking up some creature comfort supplies today. How about you? Are you ready?
NaNo is all about challenging one’s self, so bring it on!
Our heroine is plagued by an annual NaNo Curse, dear Reader. Everything from pneumonia to chronic migraine has hit me in November, making me work all the harder to reach my goal for NaNoWriMo. Despite the Curse, I have always hit the goal line, sometimes by the skin of my teeth.
This year? Not so much.
The Curse started early and stayed late this year. I cleared several hurdles, but the biggest obstacle came in the form of extended ER visits and hospital stays. Since I’ve been home, I enjoyed an ambulance ride, had to go back inpatient briefly, and am giving myself IV antibiotics at home. A barrage of home nurses visiting and the expected journeys to doctors’ offices take up much time.
It leaves little time for writing.
I talk and post about “The Spirit of NaNo” every year. I tell wrimos they’re winners because they write what they can when they can as they navigate the obstacle course of their busy lives. I believe it to my toes. This year, I embrace it on a personal level. For the first time in years, I got nowhere near the 50k. Sure, I could have cheated and got my 50k of nonsense validated. That isn’t why I participate in NaNo, though. I do it to enjoy the balls-to-the-wall writing experience. I may not have had a lot of that energy writing this year, but I dove in when I could.
That’s the Spirit of NaNo. My NaNo novel died, but I survived. I feel like a winner because I held onto the philosophy behind NaNoWriMo. That’s the basis of any goal I set going into NaNo each year.
How did you do?
Photo by Pat (Cletch) Williams
You may be aware of our heroine’s battle with the NaNo Curse each year, Dear Reader. Fighting through it in order to grab enough words is always a challenge. Over the last several years, it’s taken the form of health issues. This year is no different. I’m going to be a jittery, stoned mess for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Frankly, it sounds fun.
Usually, the NaNo Curse hits me earlier in the month. I thought it had when I was mildly ill with some back problems, but I fought through and kept writing. Both suddenly exploded the last few days.
I’m lucky this year. I already exceeded the 50k. I won’t finish the rough draft for the novel by the end of November, but that’s okay. I’m taking a few days off NaNo to make Thanksgiving as great as possible for my sons and rest.
Cheering on all of you wrimos who are working through the holiday (or the regular days of the week for you who are outside the US). You go grab those good words. Shiny!
Happy Thanksgiving to all, US or no. May the real spirit of the holiday fill you and those you love.