It’s that time of year again! The end of National Novel Writing Month! You did everything you needed to do before November started. You planned, detailed, timelined, researched, noted… everything you had to do to prepare for the coming month. November came and BAM! You were off, writing your little fool heart out!
And then life happened and you ran out of gas just before the finish line. Or perhaps right out of the starting gate. I know, it happens to the best of us. It happened to me, just now. The month isn’t over yet, but I can already see my demise just ahead, on the left.
This is my third NaNo. The first two I did, I wrote my 50K by the sixteenth day of the month. Had I continued at that pace, I would have hit 100K words before the end of the month, but I wrote what I had to to win, and left it at that. I even wrapped my stories up in 50K instead of just writing until I could write no more. As much as I was ready for those, I wasn’t.
You see, I went into them trying to win NaNo. That was my goal. If I got something good out of them, awesome. If not, whatever. I won NaNo. I didn’t completely get the message just right. Yes, I know it’s all about quantity over quality. Yes, I know it’s all about writing without stopping to edit or smell the roses. But I missed one huge important lesson.
It’s not about winning NaNo.