Ready or not, it’s November. That magical month where writers join together in the creative fest known as NaNoWriMo. Raising their heads only to gulp another cup of coffee, or perhaps, a longer pause for turkey and a slice of their favorite pie.
When I was first published in 2007, I had no idea what Nano was. Sure, I might have caught a murmur of this weird name and pursuit, but my attention was elsewhere. It took a few years, but I finally learned more. I was interested. But commitments, responsibilities, and deadlines kept me from joining in the fun. Someday, I promised myself. Someday.
Enter 2020. This was going to be the year! I dipped my toes into the CampNano waters in both April and July. I was psyched for November. I was primed.
I petered out.
To be fair, I’m in the middle of editing 2 novellas, prepping and packing 2 houses in anticipation of a move, and while I could add in a few other pulls on my time and attention ( COVID, anyone? Election overload?) when my push came to my shove, I couldn’t find a way to complete those tasks and start a new project at the same time.
So yes, I am feeling a good dose of Nano Shame right now. But, also, a determination that next year, baby. Next year is going to be my year!
How about you? Did you join in the November madness? Want a buddy to cheer you on? Let me know where to find you, I’m ChrissyM. And, if you didn’t get a chance to Nano this year, I promise to pat you on the back and encourage you to join me in 2021.
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