I was all ready to quit NaNoWriMo. It’s not going very well. In fact, it’s barely going at all. I typed out a post explaining my decision, then I thought – why?
What’s the worst that can happen? I fail. I get to November 30th without reaching 50k words. So what? I’m sure the world won’t end. I might hate failing, but the only way I you can guarantee not failing is to not try in the first place. Surely, it’s better to attempt it than to quit. Every word I type counts and who knows, I might just pull it off. (Though I only have 10k words after ten days. It ain’t looking promising. Still, stranger things have happened, or so I’ve heard.)
My priority is and always will be my son. What he needs/wants comes first, no matter what. Second, comes my course. It means a lot to me that I get my degree, on both a personal and career-related level, so that has to get a lot of my attention. This leaves my writing – including NaNo – at the bottom. I don’t like that writing isn’t a priority. I wish I could write all day long, but that’s the way it is. It’s the way it has to be and looking at the bigger picture, I know it’s right.
So, I’m not not doing NaNo. It’s open. I’ll do what I can, but the pressure is off.
My weekly update reads as follows:
I have done no NaNo since the weekend. I have submitted zilch. I have not exercised and I’ve eaten junk; so much junk. I’ve not blogged (and my ROW80 check-in is once again late). But, I am still up to date with my course (that’s a miracle in itself, right there) and my son is happy and looked after. Not a complete fail, just yet.