Okay, no, but seriously.
It’s National Novel Writing Month again, that time when novelists and novelist hopefuls set out to write 50,000 new words in one month. This year, I’m a NaNo Rebel (as defined by the NaNo show-runners) because I’m working on an existing project that already had ~30k words on November 1st. This works out well, because it needs about 40k more in order to be finished…not the full 50k, so I can give myself a few days off without failing, but still a pretty serious number that means I need to buckle down.
So far, NaNo is going more or less as usual for me. Week one was full of thrilling, overachieving, victorious days. Week two is a disaster in which I came down with the plague (read: severe cold) and dyed my hair a color about which I have mixed feelings. Still aiming for 1,667 words per day. Yesterday I only got 1000, but otherwise I’m on track.
Not gonna lie to those eyeballing NaNo and thinking of giving it a shot; it’s hard. By week two, your brain turns into a sort of husk. By week three, everything else in life has lost all meaning. At the end of the month, you’ve forgotten how to be a normal person entirely.
But hey. 50,000 new words.
See you on the other side.