It hasn’t even started and I’m quitting. At the beginning of November, I always feel a push, urge, desire, impulse to jump into the NaNoWriMo waters.
Some of the reasons I’ve loved joining this movement of National Novel Writing Month:
- Love saying NaNoWriMo (Nanno Wry Moe!). It’s fun to say. It’s hip.
- Dig the curriculum for the young writers’ program for my afterschool creative writing classes. They’re so funny! Kids love the worksheets and lesson plans.
- A social and structured movement that gets people to write and write fast?! — What’s not to love?
- All the Twitter #amwriting hashtag love. #writesprints and timed writing. I write well with a pack of writers. I’m a woman who runs with wolves (and words).
But I ain’t gonna do it. Instead,
- Going to clean my tiny little closet, stuffed full of clothes from so many seasons.
- Support my darlings — the girls are in a play and H.’s applying for college.
- Plan Thanksgiving and Christmas road trips. (If we have friends or family stay at our place, it’d also be nice not to leave our apartment such a disaster.)
- Might organize some holiday parties.
- I just completed another writing challenge — the blogging challenge (posted almost every day for 31 days). Phew.
- I already finished one novel this year and I’d like to shop that baby around before I produce more literary crap.
- Want to embark on a week of querying for possible magazine articles. I’ve had good luck when I did this before.
- I don’t like waking so early or staying up so late just to push my word count up. I love sleep.
- I need some time to update my websites.
- Want a haircut; maybe an eyelash extension. Manicure?
- Freelance work pays; NaNoWriMo doesn’t.
But for anyone who enters NaNoWriMo this year, I wish you happy writing. Fun times. New friends. High word count! And much coffee.
This is the very first year since it started that I haven’t done NaBloPoMo. I’m ok with it but I do feel the sting of the separation.