Because It’s Supposed to be a Challenge
As I posted, I’ve logged in for NaNoWriMo again this year. I wasn’t feeling it last year, but I still participated. When I was finished, I hoped I’d be looking forward to it again by this year.
I know that November 1st is coming up next week, but I find I’m more excited that people will be bringing their kids into the office to trick-or-treat on Friday than I am about starting NaNo on Sunday.
Rhonda’s post about that same lack of enthusiasm started me thinking. (Always dangerous, my brain hates me.) My first NaNo was in 2005. Somewhere around mid-month, I stopped writing. I had, however, taken a couple of months off work at the end of the month, and wrote the last half of the book in a couple of days.
It was insane, and so much fun that I was pumped for the next year. The next year, I decided to force myself to a less insane strategy, and tried to keep a more moderate pace. The year after that, I managed a huge start, and then tried to hit the 50,000 mark early in the month. The year after that… was the “meh” one.
I think last year was the first time since 2005 that I didn’t have an additional goal, and I’m starting to suspect that played a role in my lack of enthusiasm.





