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NaNoWriMo Update #2

photo by my lovely friend Jackie!

So, another update.

On Day 3, I killed it. I got sucked in and wrote for hours and made up for all the words I was behind.

But on Days 4-7, I wrote a total of maybe 150 words. Yup.

It is 8pm now - I was going to start writing at 2 this afternoon to make up for my NaNoWriMo neglect... I didn't come home until 5:30. I have not written a word, and I am about to turn on the TV for Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.


I give up.


Before you start freaking out, I have two qualifiers:

1. I am not going to stop writing my story, and I am going to continue making an intentional effort to work on it this month.

2. I will continue to write every day this month - on one thing or the other. Part of the reason I've not done any NaNoWriMo is that there are so many other things I want to write, and such a limited time to do it all in. I literally have a list of fifteen blog posts waiting to be written for this blog, plus daily entries on my Dear Stranger blog. Plus poems.


I actually consider this "failure" a great success. I am writing. I am thinking. I am doing and dreaming and encouraging others to do the same.* And I'm not going to stop any of those things.


*my friend Keri is kicking some serious NaNoWriMo butt after I challenged her to join me. I'm so proud of you, Keri!!! Keep it up!
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  1. francy10:12 PM

    Count this as a giant win!

    I bet whoever's behind NaNoWriMo would count it as a win too ... as do I.

    I'm hyper glad that you're writing. To coffee table book and beyond!! (echo: beyond, beyond ... beyond.)

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  2. Jess Versteeg1:38 PM

    hey this is great! I also count my not-even-start as a win because it means I have too much of a life, a problem I haven't had in a long time.

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