So, let us not beat around the bush on this one — I failed at NaNoWriMo. Oh how the end is nigh yadda yadda… to tell you the truth, I’m not at all beaten up about it. My story never took flight, I didn’t enjoy the writing I was doing and all in all, it wasn’t the experience I wanted.
I approached NaNo with a certain expectation, an expectation that I would easily be able to write 50k words and it would only be the ‘is this any good’ that I would question. In all reality, I overestimated my interest in the story I had planned to write about. I flip-flopped twice on what story to actually go with and in the end, I just didn’t want it enough and decided to get on with some amateur carpentry instead (I did just build a window seat / bed, so I did complete something I am very happy with).
In retrospect, I did play for the first four (wow) days, but quickly after my regular week set in I realised the sacrifice of my time with my family — and rest — just wasn’t worth sitting at my computer, writing something I did not enjoy writing.
The fact that I also got a nice email telling me a short story of mine was being published was also a reinvigorating piece of news. It allowed me to accept my NaNo non-accomplishment without feeling bad at all, and gave me confidence in my writing in general and specifically, my short fiction madskillz. Incidentally the ‘gig’ also pays — which is also fantastic.
I have been reading up on few regular weblogs and to those of you doing well, good job. Specifically, I would like to read It Tastes Like Copper by Richard Galbraith because, well who isn’t a sucker for Vampires vs. Marines vs. Zombies vs. a bio-enginered badass called, Tokyo Collider… nice.
So anyway, don’t feel bad for me (as if). I tried NaNo, and in the end it was less of a a failure in my eyes, but more of something that never even started. I barely made it off the starting blocks, so there was no way I was going to cross the finish line… and if I had, it would have been a pathetic flop as opposed to a triumphant win.




