I rarely post twice in a day, but I am irritated, and must let it out if I am to get anything done.
This is my first year doing NaNoWriMo… And although I will be the first one to confess that I will probably only do it unofficially next year, I don’t like the people who go around saying that “the National Novel Writing Month is a waste of time for everyone.” How do they know what’s a waste or gain of time for anyone other than themselves? That kind of I-know-better-than-you- attitude annoys me to no end. It makes me want to bare my teeth (Not even a tiny bit pretty, I know).
I don’t think that I can write a novel (perhaps, not even a decent draft) in 30 days. But who cares! I have a few friends, who are excellent storytellers, but tend to not write as much as they should. NaNoWriMo is helping them set a goal or two… even three (which is a much better number).
Many of the individuals making the claims assure others that they are just worried about the writing productivity and the self-esteem of those participating in the event. Well, if their preoccupation is so high, why not just suggest that they join—if that’s what they wish to do—but to be okay with not finishing 50,000 words?
Here is my advice to those worried about the 50,000 words by November 30th (some of my friends are), don’t start fretting about how terrible it will be if we don’t complete this. If you, and by “you” I mean “me, end up writing only 13,000 awesome words, those are 13,000 awesome freaking words that we didn’t have before. (sometimes, I just love to throw pronouns around... and enclose things in parentheses).
I will aim for the 50,000 words, and try as hard as I know how, until the task goes from fun to torturous. At the moment, I’m ahead... If I feel that my plot is going to shite (I’m feeling a bit British), I will go back to writing at my own pace. I will not allow anyone/anything, not even my Aries-must-always-win-bullheadedness, take away from the pleasure I get out of writing. And I will definitely NOT give society the power to dictate how I feel about the things I choose to do.
I hope you feel the same. And this time, the “you” truly means “we.”
Write on, my Wicked Luvs!
All that teeth-baring was starting to hurt my face; here is a more relaxing flash ;-D