Don’t get me wrong, I love NaNoWriMo. You don’t spend seven years totaling an uncountable amount of attempts at a novel being indifferent to NaNoWriMo.
But this November I am abdicating the perpetual throne of despair. For the first time since I began NaNoWriMo in 2009, I am making the deliberate decision to not participate.
It is an amiable parting, I don’t hold any resentment or judgment against the program. I simply have grown up enough to realize that NaNoWriMo is just not where I am.
While NaNoWriMo is a great challenge, right now I need to worry more about setting my own expectations and meeting them before I add on any stress to my writing life. I am good enough at that all own my own.
I need to set my own challenge, which I have in writing my first novel by February of 2017. Ultimately it is the goals you make for yourself that are the strongest and most likely to succeed.
For me right now the breakneck pace of NaNoWriMo is unobtainable. I spent two hours this weekend at The Merry Windsors and only got 445 words total. 445 great words that were ready for publishing, but still only a quarter of what NaNoWriMo requires.
Add to that the fact that I work big box retail, which is not conducive to writing at all in November. With Christmas madness starting and the big one that is Black Friday there is no way that I could have the brain space to both overcome my block and force out 1,667 words a day.
So to those who are diving head first into that writing mayhem, enjoy! I shall be with you in spirit, though you will not be seeing me.
Maybe the next Camp NaNoWriMo that comes around…