Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I bombed this year.
I didn’t complete NaNoWriMo. I didn’t even bust open 20k words. Thanks to a brutal cold (brought in by my sweet Godson, given to both my husband and me) several days of migraines, along with some vertigo and the Thanksgiving holiday, I didn’t achieve my goals.
But I’m not mad.
I’m not even beating myself up (yeah, I know, those of you that know me are probably pretty shocked about that).
I am, however, very proud of myself.
Why, you may ask?
Simple. I did my best with what I had.
You see, as writers, we have a really bad tendency to think we’re supposed to hurry up and publish so that others will take us seriously as writers. While there are many who rush the novel-writing process, then publish lackluster, badly written/edited works, I am glad that the spurt of work that I did accomplish this past month was more in the planning than in the writing.
I’ve read way too many 1 and 2 star books lately to want to put out the same kind of work. So instead of beating myself up for not writing 50k words, I am patting myself on the back because I was able to actually find several areas already in the novel that needed to be either deleted, changed or expounded on.
(**Don’t worry Set’Ch fans, he hasn’t been changed. He’s still a bit of a reprobate.**)
Now, I’m not saying that it’s ready to go to print: very far from it. But I am saying that I am a winner in my book. Because when I finally do publish my novel, I am going to be 100% happy with the end result.
Will I attempt NaNo again next year? Of course I will. There are other books to write, after all.
So here’s to all of us that tried to make it to 50k and didn’t. Look at your work and find something good in what you did accomplish and build on that. And next November, let’s do it all again!