I know that others are surviving in a land of ice and snow. Meanwhile, I’m outside taking pictures of hummingbirds. They make the most charming, tiny little chirps. They sip from our lavender. Beautiful beasts.
NaNoWriMo is over, and it was my fourth one. I also wonder if it will be my last. My gosh, NaNo felt like so much pressure this year! I started late due to taking my daughter to neurologists. We’re making decisions about my son’s schooling that could affect…well, everything. Throw in Thanksgiving, a week-long family trip, and things having to do with the novel that I’m shopping around, and boy howdy, people, when am I going to find time to write a brand new novel?!
Well, I did, but that’s only because I hate to lose. My 50,000 words were more rushed and less quality than I would have liked, but I did it. Now I’m asking myself, was it really worth it? NaNoWriMo, although fantastic, seems to be more geared to people who need a kick start when it comes to novel writing. I doubt that I would have written my first novel without the comradery that I felt with NaNo. I needed the rush. I needed the discipline. I needed somebody to say that it’s all right to screw up, and set me running down the noveling path. But now? I write every day. I’m constantly working on something throughout the year. NaNo wasn’t a rush as much as an obligation. In a way, this makes me happy because I don’t need somebody to hold my hand anymore. And that rocks.
Still, I totally dig the social aspect. I hooked up with a lot of people because of NaNo, and that is just very cool. Maybe next year my Real Life won’t be as crazy and the fun will return. But if it isn’t going to be fun, then I won’t be doing it. Things are tough enough without adding to the pressure, don’t you think?
So who did NaNo and who took a break this year? Would you NaNo again?