For the third year in a row I have attempted to win at this novel writing thing called NaNoWriMo where you write 50,000 words in one month. It’s kind of crazy, kind of fun, and mind-numbingly hard for me, it seems. Every year something new happens that prevents me from finishing what I’ve started.
It’s not that I can’t write an entire novel in a month. I’ve done it in less time actually, completing 62,000 in three weeks once.
But November just doesn’t seem to be my month.
The first year I was moving along really well until 2 1/2 weeks in when my computer crashed hard. It took over a week to get it back up and running but by then it was Thanksgiving and I didn’t have time to do anything more.
The second year 1 1/2 weeks in I came down with pneumonia. I don’t know if you’ve ever had pneumonia or not but it’s not a disease where you lay in bed and have time to write all day. I was coughing so hard I couldn’t even breathe, let alone think about how to put two words together in a coherent manner.
This year has been a combination of all the years past and then some. No pneumonia. This year I fell off the top of a stack of hay bales and injured my arm and shoulder … which was after my computer completely crashed and I spent three days recovering everything … which was after a very emotionally tumultuous October … which was after switching up what I was writing three days before it all started.
So here I am with six days to go and almost 20,000 words left to crank out and Thanksgiving is in two days and family will be in and we’ll be traveling and … and … and … and …
I guess this is where I just have to “write faster”. Encouragement welcome. 🙂