I know it’s not even over yet, but for me it’s time to wrap up this year’s NaNoWriMo. Nopes, I did not finish, I usually don’t finish (I managed to do it once), and as per usual I’m completely fine with that. Because I wrote SOMETHING, which is the most important thing. It’s like Mia*** said: You can write when it’s not November, too. It’s ok.
This year I wrote 22k something words on a story I named Pixie Dust. It’s a messy mix of a lot of my earlier ideas and involves the notion of stardom and the act of storytelling and the power of peoples made up conceptions. Hopefully it will end up being some sort of urban fantasy fiction and hopefully I will keep writing on it. I even got to incorporate a couple of old notes I’ve had in a notebook for years. Very satisfying.
True, I didn’t get very far, but started a lot of unfinished chapters. I know how they’re gonna end anyway so it’s a matter of sitting down and filling in the blanks. I think one of my problems this year was that I felt the need to write more carefully and purposefully. I can’t put my finger on why, I just didn’t have it in me with this one to fill it out with randomness. Let the story take its time. And there just wasn’t any room for that this year (and it’s like, the opposite purpose of the whole exercise). I never learn: November is my busiest month every year and I always add NaNoWriMo to it.
So, my biggest accomplishment this year was to donate some money to the project and order the NaNoWriMo ceramic travel mug. And it is AWESOME. Because it is ceramic it feels like I’m constantly walking around town with a regular cup of tea from my kitchen. It feels very homey. Now If I could just get away with going to work in slippers and PJ’s too, the illusion would be complete and I could possibly fool myself into believe I really never left home, and all would be well.