Apparently I’ve forgotten how to blog.
I am still alive, and I am still writing. The last six weeks or so have not been a barrel of laughs though. This was not my best NaNoWriMo year.
There was never any doubt in my mind that I would reach the nominal goal, and I did. I validated at about 61k, in fact, so in those terms it was a definitive win. I hadn’t finished the story, though, and I only wrote the last sentence on it three days ago. Final word count was 70,657.
However, and this is the disappointing thing, it wasn’t a great deal of fun.
Most years NaNoWriMo is a blast: a high energy frenzy of ideas, when words flow like water in a rainstorm. This year I have been sick with one variety of cold or another since the end of October. I think I have had about a week of not feeling utterly dreadful in all that time, and it has really knocked the wind out of me. There has also been a kerfuffle around the school my kids go to which has heaped stress upon stress.
The irony is that I posted just before November about writing a novel but still looking after yourself, and I feel like I effectively ignored every piece of my own advice: I didn’t exercise, I didn’t get enough sleep, and my eating was… uncontrolled. These were all more because I was sick than because it was NaNoWriMo, but the effect was much the same.
The good news is that I do have a story, and while that story has its problems it is out of my head now so I can go back to working on the things I really need to work on.
Back to the word mines.