My mind has been embracing its inner teenager lately, and it’s not making me happy. All of this is coming up because of my current writing goals. I am going to be part of a newly forming writing accountability group. Once I learned about the group, I started tracking my writing progress on my new novel again, and I’ve been meeting my word counts. My weekly goals are modest – 3,000 words – and I’ve been comfortably making them.
As long-time readers know, one of my favorite things about the month of November is writing personal messages in all of my holiday cards and get them in the mail the day after Thanksgiving. I’d already decided to trim my writing goals to give me the time to not feel rushed and enjoy the process. Then all the talk about NaNoWriMo started.
For the uninitiated, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. It is a challenge that participants “win” if they are able to write 50,000 words in the month of November. Hmmm … 50,000 words would put me at the end of my current novel.
I started wanting to it. No, that’s not right. I started to feel left out, like the last kid on the playground waiting for her parent to come pick her up. That is so not me, but the emotion was still there.
Last year my card writing was postponed because we were waiting for our house to close so we could give everyone our new address. That delay and the rush to get them done really diminished the enjoyment for me. It was good for me to test the importance of the tradition.
Even knowing how much I love it (and hate being rushed), I do long for the community that develops around NaNoWriMo online. My Twitter feed will be filled with daily word counts and writing challenges, and I’ll be sitting on the sidelines watching. I want my cake and to eat it, too! Mmmmmm …. cake.
I really wish they’d chosen a better month and I probably would have done it. Seriously people, it’s in the middle of the holidays!
After I’ve done my mental foot stomp and whined a while, I’ll get over it and enjoy celebrating the season in a way that makes me happy. Suck it up, Buttercup!
Am I the only one that has ever felt left out after choosing not to do something that I didn’t have the time for after turning my nose up at it anyway?