NaNoWriMo 2014 Reflections
I’m sitting here just over 48 hours after completing another NaNoWriMo challenge, and while I’ve titled this post “NaNoWriMo 2014 Reflections” and I have reflected on this year’s challenge somewhat, I find myself not sure what to write about it now, with a Word document in front of me and no time crunch to churn out however many words. Though it’s a curious – and, frankly, lovely – spot to be in after a 28-day period of squeezing in writing time whenever I could (with a few days where I didn’t because Life Still Happens). And yet … to be wondering what to write for a Monday blog post seems wrong, somehow. Particularly as I took Saturday to basically do anything but write. (My brain, butt, and hands needed the rest, y’all.)
As I shared before, my second goal for NaNoWriMo besides the whole “write 50,000 words in 30 days” one was to develop a daily and disciplined writing practice. At times, having that goal was what kept me slogging through a story that didn’t find its legs until the last 5,000 or so words. I wrote a lot of garbage-y prose this November – horrible, pointless stuff. But I didn’t quit. I kept writing. And a bittersweet scene unfolded on November 28th that proved to be the turning point for the plot, for the characters. (For the record, the main character is no longer a pastor and now has a deeply personal reason for wanting to keep his writing aspirations a secret.)
So, yeah – I’m getting there in regards to growing a good daily writing habit. It’s not about putting out prize-winning prose in each sitting. It’s about showing up and doing the work, of sifting through the junk in order to find the potential gems that, once polished, can be shared with others.
It’s a journey. Thanks for travelling the road with me.