NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is the time of year when a lot of us authors unite in a common goal: write 50,000 words during the month of November. Well, I have 8 days to write about 40,000 words to “win.” This morning I was stressing pretty hard over it, but I have come to the realization that one of two things will happen. I will either get the 50,000 words done and win, or I will not get the 50,000 to “win” according to NaNo’s rules. I put win in quotations because, in all reality, NaNo was the push I needed to actually start writing my current work-in-progress (details coming soon!). I think I’m going to count myself a winner either way. I have at least 10,000 words that I didn’t have at the beginning of November right now.
I am a hardcore procrastinator. Always have been. For whatever reason, if I’m supposed to be doing something, all of a sudden everything else seems like it’s more important. For example, I’m never more productive around the house than when I should be writing. I also have been struggling with trying to get my health under control. That’s a post for another time. Maybe. It’s still pretty personal and a sore subject. The long story made short is that my health has made it difficult to write as much as I would have liked. I also started a new job, too.
Going back to the procrastinating thing, most of everything important I somehow manage to pull it together at the last second. So I guess it shouldn’t surprise me when my old habits are popping up. I might be cutting it close, but I think I’ll be happy with either way it goes.