(Originally written near the end of November, but due to issues with the internet was not posted until now.)
Another November rapidly comes to a close. Those of us in the know regarding NaNoWriMo, or just Nano, are probably looking at the last few days in either relief or dread… or perhaps a bit of both. What are my feelings on it? Pretty much the same, actually.
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I see the end of November with mixed feelings.
The first is, of course, “Thank MF God it’s over.” 50k in a month? Was I for real? And yet, as I update this my current word count is over 80k. I am so exhausted from the gauntlet—the marathon of writing—that the thought of being able to rest my poor aching grey matter for a while is one of vast relief.
I have literally done nothing this month but work (I still do have a day job—and thankfully my boss is understanding enough—and patient enough—to take the NaNo-brain as it came…), followed by writing… and some studies. Every break and waking moment outside of my other obligations was spent writing the behemoth I chose as this November’s project. The first draft sailed to just under 80k words, well over the 50k point NaNoWriMo itself makes as the aim for November. Although it's not done yet. If I had to guess I'd peg the final word count for the first draft as possibly being over 100k.
I am utterly and completely spent.
And I am not the only one. Countless other writers and novelists set their sights and joined in the marathon of writing. Some saw it as a virtual writer’s retreat and others a marathon…
… Which leads to the second feeling of sadness that it is now over.
For the past month, and weeks leading up to it, we have all been part of a club. We’ve come to know each other—even if just online although others met up for write-ins and other social/writing events. We’ve partied together, ‘sprinted’ together… bemoaned writer’s block together. In this case it was the Olyimpic games of writing. We all had our genre, our strengths and our weaknesses. We came together and formed teams that, for one month, we treated each other either has such. We had a common goal and that was the winner’s goodies, or at least participation ones, so we had the bragging rights for racing to the finish line.
There are other events in the year but this is NaNo itself. When the closing ceremonies, and the TGIO parties settle, we’ll go back to our regular lives for another year.
Until the next and we do it all over again... and we are doing again, right?