NaNoWriMo 2013: Final Update


So, NaNoWriMo ends today (or “NaNoWriMo is over” if you’re reading this in THE FUTURE™). I will be perfectly blunt: I did not hit the 50,000 word limit. In fact, I came in about 15,000 words short of that goal, according to Scrivener. But I did learn a lot during my attempt to conquer the NaNoWriMo beast in this, my first year of actual participation. In fact, the biggest thing I discovered was that… well, I don’t like it.

I think it plays into my perfectionist nature, but as time went on and the daily challenge of turned into a daily grind, I found myself coming to hate the words that I was putting down. NaNoWriMo definitely goes against my own nature as a writer, and if I am to be completely honest I feel like my participation has added to the workload that will be required to pull The War on Christmas out of the literary gutter.

And that’s okay.

I will say that it did give me the opportunity to try different ideas, and push my story in different directions. Unfortunately, none of these were directions that, ultimately, I wanted to push my story towards. C’est la vie and all of that jazz.

Now, just because NaNoWriMo is not my cup of tea doesn’t mean that you are wrong for enjoying it. As the brilliantly bearded Chuck Wendig is always to remind writers – what may work for you may not work for someone else, and what may work for someone else may not work for you. If NaNoWriMo works for you, that’s brilliant – go forth, and sling words. If, like me, NaNoWriMo isn’t your cup of tea, that is also brilliant – go forth, and sling words.

As for The War on Christmas… still working on it, but I’m going back to doing it my way. It may take a bit longer, but in the end I’m ultimately writing for the approval of one person: me.

And my audience of one… which, ironically, make that two.

And my agent.

Okay, THREE. I am writing for the approval of three people. No more! Unless it’s actually purchased, then I’m writing for the approval of everyone who spends money on my words.

…this blog ending kinda went to hell, didn’t it.