Greetings! For those of you who wondered whatever happened with my November novel, wonder no more.
I did not achieve 50,000 words. I reached 3200 words. Which, for me, is a lot.
Am I disappointed? Yes. Did I pick a poor month to try to write a novel in, with the Microsoft PACs notetaking and editing taking up a week all by itself? Yes. Yes, I did.
I kicked myself quite a bit during this month about the lack of inspiration and dearth of words. I don’t like to fail. In my often black-and-white mindset, it seemed to make the dream of writing a novel even further out of reach. But…I reread my novelette on Sunday. It has potential. I’m just not sure where it’s headed yet.
I got this sweet bulk email from NaNoWriMo today:
You might not have hit 50,000 words this month, but you did something tremendously important:
- You felt a story stirring in your heart, and you began to explore it.
- You bravely signed up to make creativity a priority in November.
- You created a beginning—a beginning that will lead to other beginnings.
Sometimes an illness or the demands of life can sidetrack a creative endeavor. Sometimes a story just isn’t quite ready to be written. But don’t despair. A novel travels the same labyrinthian and nettlesome path that its main characters do—overcoming setbacks, facing down gnarly antagonists, and then moving forward toward the light. You built a cocoon for your novel this November. A butterfly will emerge.
Yeah. Thanks for the encourgement, NaNoWriMo! Stuff happens. Life keeps on moving even when we’d like it to stay put. I won’t give up. This novel and I have tremendous potential.
There is hope only for the living. As they say, “It’s better to be a live dog than a dead lion!” – Ecclesiastes 9:4