Every single day this month I have written something. I’ve barely kept up the daily goal, but every morning/lunch/evening I have written something towards this trainwreck of a novel, and I’ve managed to stay above the line that the NaNo website enjoys taunting us with.
I’ve written something every day. Every day, that is, except yesterday.
I know what you’re thinking. “Why is she writing this blog post instead of doing her NaNo?” My reply is simply: because I have to rant. I have to rant because I was doing so well, was just about keeping up with the NaNoWriMo graph, and now that I’m behind – now that my graph is flat – I’ve just… lost inspiration. I’ll need 3,400 words today to catch up, but I’m working a later shift and ridiculously tired after yesterday. Tomorrow, if I haven’t managed many words today, I’ll need even more to survive. It may be an uphill struggle from now on, trying to stay afloat. Nothing I’ve done previously matters now, because it’s just one day – one stupid day – that has dragged me under.
This is why this challenge annoys me somewhat. I missed ONE DAY. And now the pressure is so high I just want to give up.
Of course, I’ll try my hardest not to give up. Hopefully. I’ll see how much I can write today, and tomorrow, and then if I don’t finish the month with 50k, who cares?! I have written something every single day but one. That is more than I’ve ever done before, and certainly worth more than hitting the 50k on November 30th. I need to keep writing every day because I want to keep this routine up long past November, even if I only manage 300 words a day.
Ugh. Let’s see how I get on.