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It is officially NaNoWriMo prep season and everyone is busy gearing up for November 1st. Everywhere I look, there are status updates and blog posts all about the ways in which everyone is getting ready. With each strategy, brainstorm, and novel idea I read about, I feel the longing grow stronger and stronger. You see, since I discovered NaNoWriMo back in 2009, this will be the first year that I will not be participating. It feels a bit like being grounded on the night of the biggest party of the year and having to listen to everyone else’s excited chatter about what they will be wearing and who they will be going with.
You might be asking why I don’t just sign up and join if I’m already missing it before it has begun. The answer is simple. Every year, for the last four years, I signed up, jumped headlong into a new novel and burned out about halfway through the month. And this is when I had time to dedicate to my writing. I’ve continued to join, even though I have yet to win, because NaNo pushes me beyond my everyday limits and gets me writing more than I do virtually the entire rest of the year. I have always counted this as a win even if I don’t technically win the NaNo challenge of 50K words in a single month.
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This year however, I am halfway through one of the longest, most tedious projects I’ve ever been assigned at work. It is physically, mentally and emotionally draining. By the time I get home each night, my mind is numb and my body aches. Ignoring these feelings, I still try to get in some writing whenever I can because there are stories within me that are still waiting to be told. There are characters that wish to be introduced to the world, places that need to be charted and events that need to unfold and they are all relying on me.
Despite my desire to do the writing, my body is so worn that I am barely able to keep my eyes open when I finally have the time to sit down and write these days. I am lucky if I am able to eek out anything more than 300 words in a single sitting. With that in mind, how could I ever hope to meet the 1667 a day minimum I would need to reach the 50K goal? The saddest part of all is that this would have been the first year that I would have participated with a vast network of fellow WriMos that understand the insane journey that is NaNoWriMo and might have been the difference between me burning out and actually winning the challenge this year.
Who knows, over the next three weeks I might just end up giving in to longing and join after all. But if not, then I wish all my fellow WriMos good luck as I live vicariously through your posts on your NaNo progress. Not to worry though, next year, I will be back in line amongst the ranks of sleep deprived writers!