I ended my thoughts on trying to NaNoWriMo while managing chronic pain on a rather bleak note. It wasn’t my intention but so often my current moods will color my writing–especially the nonfiction–and I was feeling broody and pragmatic that day. It goes against the spirit of why I even joined NaNoWriMo this year to end the month feeling pessimistic, so I’ve come back to add a final thought.
I am reminded over and over again that writing a novel mostly lives in the editing portion. That is where you grow and that is where you shine. Brilliant books go through several drafts. But you know what you have to do before you can edit your manuscript Yup, you have to write the first draft. Physically. On paper. It has to exist in 3D, not just in your daydreamer brain.
So, while I may have only gotten 2,000 words out of the 50,000 word goal (I dunno, I stopped keeping track. It was probably less.) that is still 2,000 more words than I started with on November first. It’s something. It’s positive. It has value. It was the best I could do this year and that month and it was enough.
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