NaNo WriMo is just around the corner again. And thanks to Sam here, I got reminded about it again. I tried to do it last year not truly understanding just how work was going to pick up for me. My part job stopped being quite as part time. I did manage to knock out 25000 words in the first week and a half but after that… the muse just up and left on that story. There were some other things going on too that helped the muse get annoyed and take flight but for the most part it was work that got in the way. So I made the decision months ago when I got an email about it that I would not be participating this year.
After finishing the first draft of Nyssa I started to think about it again. But really, I don’t need NaNo WriMo to get me writing, I write because I want to write and because I need to write. It is a desire within me, I don’t need that added pressure of competing against all these people who are happily showing how wonderful they are doing, how they’ve already shot beyond 50k and are starting down 100k by the end of the month.
Working on a time frame is one thing, but it has to be realistic for me. I realistically cannot devote the time to just one single project, at that time of the year and still have a life and be a mum and all of that. I failed at it last year and I realistically know I will not be able to suddenly achieve a miracle this year.
My muse and myself don’t like being limited, we like to roam around ideas and while it does make it harder to get singular things finished at times, it is the way we write and I am okay with that. I write because I want to, because the voices in me will not be stilled and at my own pace. And I am okay with that.