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NaNoWriMo 2011: I quit

So, I’ve always had this thought of blogging about NaNoWriMo as it happened because it occurs to me that it might be an interesting meta sorta thing to do.

Unfortunately, this is one of those things where it seems like it’s a better idea in theory than in execution. For one thing, if I’m doing it, then it hardly seems possible that I’ll be able to do my 1,667 words, and then some, and write a blog post that manages to be anything more than “write all the things. write. all. the. things”. On the other hand, if I’m not doing it, then I would hardly have anything to blog about.

Well, I figure that now is as good a time as any to announce: I quit.

I did NaNo once in 2008. It was the first year since I heard of it in 2004 that I’d managed to be in a place where I could actually even think about writing that much. I’d graduated college, was working as a receptionist, and was lucky enough that I could write at work. As it was, having not written much, if at all, in four years, what I produced was 50k of unusable words. And a burnout that lasted more than a year afterwards. A burnout that was fueled by the fact that I was so intimidated by the 62k of unsalvageable work that I couldn’t even begin to think of editing much less continuing the story.

Now, it’s 2011, I have a bunch of writing cohorts, and I have almost 50k of the rewrite of Estyria done. I figure that I wanted the 50% off coupon of Scrivener and that it might be a good idea to ride the energy of NaNo to finally finish that story once and for all.

Then life hits.

Now it’s the 12th of November and I have slightly over 10k with about 10 more in the hole.

I quit.

I’m stressed; I’m grumpy, I’m a bitch.


The thing is?

I was never a fast writer to begin with. On a good day, I could get maybe 1,000 words. On a bad day, it’d be 200. And I haven’t been in practice for a while now, so just doing 1667 per day is pushing the upper limits of what I can reasonably do.

I’m also hampered by the fact that I don’t want to just churn it out without having at least a little bit of “wait, is this just writing so I can write or is this actually advancing the plot in the direction I want it to go?” going on.

I already proved in 2008 that I am fully capable of creating 50k words of pure aimless dreck.

I don’t need to do it again three years later.

Alright. NaNo doesn’t work for me. I’m sure there’s plenty of people it does work for, but not me. *sigh*

I quit. And you know what?

If it’s not working out for you, you can quit too.