November is just around the corner, signaling the start of the holiday season and the rekindling of my volatile relationship with NaNoWriMo. I loathe NaNoWriMo, it is against so many of my core principles as writer and as a regular person, but yet for the fourth year I have gone crawling back to sign up. It’s like a drug addiction; I just can’t shake the habit.
Last year, I literally quit halfway through the month. I am not sure why I didn’t continue, the idea was solid. I was working on Dissonance. I had a lot if ideas and decided I didn’t want to be rushed. I did not want to compromise my writing to get the daily word count. I realize I could have continued, got it written and fix all the errors during the editing process, but I would rather not have to double my work.
There was a secondary and more pressing reason I quit last year. It was personal and had nothing to do with writing. I am a firm believer in living life and not letting it pass me by. I realized halfway through the month that I was putting everything in my life on hold for the month. I had made a vow to myself I was not putting life on hold earlier in the year. I decided finishing a novel in a month wasn’t worth the trade-off.
I said last year I was done with NaNoWriMo, but yet here I am with a novel idea for November. There are two things I love about NaNoWriMo. The first being it allows me the excuse to be creative and write for hours if I wanted. The second is I have met some interesting writers through the forum posts. Those are probably the only reasons I keep finding myself crawling back to the abusive relationship.
This year I believe will be a little different, I am finished writing Reverie and I am actually plotting and outlining for the first year. I am still not expecting to finish and my goal is not 50,000 words. I am a bit of a rebel, but my goal for the month is to get a solid start to a new book.