Since January I have been jonesing to tackle NaNoWriMo. Every time I post a goals check in and write TBD I stare at it with a sense of dread and anticipation. After the disaster that defined November 2016, I was determined to tackle and defeat November 2017.
Well, it’s November 3rd and I am waving the white flag. I am not waving it enthusiastically. Rather, I am waving it after swallowing the bitter pill called reality.
That 50,000 word goal seems highly unattainable from where I’m currently standing. But I could always do a different challenge, right? Well, like Melissa stated on Monday, I don’t want to tackle a pseudo-NaNo because I won’t take it seriously. I agree, that statement smacks of quitter talk, but my plate is so full right now there is no sense in lying to myself that I’ll make it a priority.
I intended to plan my November out last weekend in order to put my best foot forward in terms of hitting my goal; when I opened my calendar my eyes literally bugged out. Even if I did not require sleep—and believe me, as I type this I am barely staying upright I am so exhausted—there is literally no time to squeeze in the time-blocks I would need to hit even a small daily goal. I have next week off from work and already I have maybe two days where I don’t have time-consuming tasks scheduled. I can’t write 25k words each of those days. If I could, that would be amazing.
Needless to say, I’m a little bummed. This was going to be my November of Redemption! But all things considered, especially my mental health, this is the best course of action. At this point in the year I’m trying to be forward thinking. I had so many projects I wanted to tackle over the past 10 months without a clear plan that each and every one basically fizzled out. In the bit of spare time I have this month, I need to start planning 2018.
To all of those participating in NaNo I wish you the best of luck! And I’m only a little envious.