OMG . . . NaNoWriMo was brutal for me this year. I had already over extended myself with the job and other projects so choosing to participate in an intensive writing challenge must have been decided during one of those all nighters in front of the computer when I felt ten foot tall and bullet proof. Once committed, however, I felt compelled to finish.
I started out the month with a diligent approach. My word count was respectable. I was on target to finish early. Then life happened. My writing got shoved to the back burner. I watched days go by when my word count was minuscule, if registering at all. The stress of lagging behind fueled writer’s block. The writer’s block fueled depression and a sense I had failed once again.
Doubt filtered through my sunshine like tiny dust particles, eventually blocking out the light of optimism. I’d not finished two previous attempts at NaNoWriMo and those were years when I had far less going on in my personal life. Why did I think 2013 would be different?
The only shred of hope battling my doom and gloom attitude was Thanksgiving weekend. My daughter was cooking this year. I’d have down time. Surely I could glue myself in front of the keyboard and make some progress.
Unfortunately, over eating turkey placed me in a catatonic state during which all I could think about was a long nap. I slept. I woke up. Both physically and mentally. I placed my butt in the chair, my hands on the keyboard and begin to type. Dribble, at first. Then the sentences flowed into paragraphs, the paragraphs into pages, the pages into exciting word counts until finally, I crossed the 50k mark. Was it easy? Hell, no. Was it worth it? Absolutely.
I’m a NaNoWriMo Winner . . . for the first time!