NaNoWriMo went fine, and I’m still working on the novel — but now I’m trying to throw off the post-NaNo funk. (Ted wrote about this last week, and I pretty much just nodded along.)
While writing is often a solitary experience, I am not a solitary person. I thrive on company, even if all we’re doing is drinking coffee and doing something inherently unsocial, like writing. Maybe it comes from small housing and lots of siblings; I’m just no good at being alone. I only sort of joke that I want to move my friends into one of those polygamist houses I once saw on Sister Wives — for the ease of company, not the sex, obviously.
So NaNoWriMo is like a little slice of Heaven every month. All my writing friends in one place? Check. Space and time dedicated to writing? Check. All the coffee a girl could OD on? And check.
Hello, month long writing party.
Coming down is hard. For a couple days I sort of stewed and hated my novel and did pretty much nothing. It took a lot of effort for me to open the Scrivener again. Then I stared at it. I made a list of issues that had to be resolved. I eventually forced myself to outline the missing chunks of the novel.
It’s coming along.
NaNo isn’t the challenge — it’s not easy, but I feel like our region is generally tuned for success. The challenge is in keeping up the enthusiasm and spirit to write when its over.
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