November was National Novel Writing Month and I was all revved up to write my 1,667 daily words of a 50,000 word novel. I ended up woefully short on words. And plot. And give a damn.
One of my kids spent a week in the hospital earlier this month and I was barely functional. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t blog, much less craft a novel. When I finally sat down to make a stab at the outline I had prewritten (it’s not cheating, it’s good planning!), I found myself veering off track. I ended up with a series of vignettes that are less The House on Mango Street and more the rambling journal entries of a fruit fly.
Life tackled me despite my best intentions. And that’s just how it goes. I’ll try again next November. And say a deeply grateful thank you to every author who sits down and writes every day. Without you, the world would be less colorful, less interesting. If you participated in NaNoWriMo, congratulations! How’d you do?
- NaNoWriMo: Victory! …Now what? (michaelmcmullen.wordpress.com)
- It is the last day of NaNoWriMo Whooo… (cindydejager.wordpress.com)