Every year I do this thing, it gets harder.
At 55K words, this morning I made the sudden decision to finalise off my NaNoWriMo challenge, submitted the manuscript (obscurated), picked up the badges, and I’m done with it.
Well, not quite. My month’s word goal was 60,000, and I intend writing more over the next week or so, but I’m sick of having the challenge over my back.
This year it’s been the hardest ever for me to get word count. This is because I went in as a pantser, with no ready knowledge of what scenes to write. I also had a lot of sudden character and world-building to do, all through the draft process, otherwise I had no-where to go with a scene.
This meant that I’ve written a freakish lot of words which didn’t count towards the novel draft, yet took up many many hours more. In total I’ve written well over 100,000 new words this month already. And that’s around many conflicting external time demands. And my eyes decided to show their age, so I had to await new reading glasses and distance vision, tackling headaches and adjustment periods during the early month.
It has been hot too, this month in Sydney – many of those words have been literally sweated out of me.
I had forgotten how heat affects my energy levels and offers a further challenge through NaNoWriMo. I go into these things with a birth-mother’s memory. We don’t remember the pain of childbirth and we WriMo’s don’t remember the pain of writing during this month.
So, although I don’t feel as successful as what a simple wordcount win might have given me on previous challenges, it’s all good. Now I get to get on with ordinary business, Christmas, and of course – more writing. And at last – more reading.