Last year (2016) I did national novel writing month. The aim is to write 50,000 words in one month; November, a busy social month for most Americans.
I missed the cut by 421 words, officially. I wasn’t so much angry as disappointed in myself. As I said in a blog post, all I needed to do was write 14 more words every day.
Since then, I’ve written two (maybe three) more novels and failed to publish them. I am honestly getting very annoyed with myself, which of course cycles back into putting more pressure on myself.
I don’t know what it is about Nanowrimo that works for me but I can usually do it and win. I’ve even done the camps and set my own word count of higher than 50k.
So I guess I may as well do it.
And I literally just made up my mind right then as I typed that out.
What’ll I write? I dunno. I’d better think of something fast. It starts tomorrow.
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