Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m a NaNo loser.
There’s just no way I’m going to be able to hit 50K words. I did really well for the first week, then life just took over. Schoolwork, recovering husband, recovering dog, kids homework, housework, guests…. it all just piled up and not only am I having trouble finding the time to write at the frenetic pace required for NaNo, I’m having a hard time justifying ignoring the other things in life to get it done.
I don’t really see my life slowing at all until… until…. maybe until my kids leave home? I don’t know. I thought things would slow down once they were in school and that certainly hasn’t happened, so I’m not betting on anything. Watch, my kids will leave home and my husband will take an early retirement and he’ll hang around the house, annoying me and I won’t get anything done then, either.
So should I allow myself to feel guilty for basically dropping out of NaNoWriMo? A most emphatic NO. I’m still writing, albeit not as frantically as I was two weeks ago, but any word count per day is a triumph for me. In fact, I think every writer should feel good about every word they manage to get on paper. Except during those exceptional moments of inspiration, face it folks, writing is slogging. It’s slogging to dredge up the story, the plot, pushing and shoving at your characters, just writing and writing until something happens.
So I’ll continue my slogging, at my slower pace and be satisfied with it for now. I’ll NaNo when I’m dead.