So we have four days left of NaNoWriMo, and as I’m writing this blog post, my current word count is just past 37,000 words. At this point, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to win this year, but honestly, I don’t care too much if I lose.
In my opinion, November was not really well-timed to write 50,000 words what with things I had to deal with like my emotional stuff, extra demands on my time for travel, plus my full-time job. On top of that, with all the hype surrounding NaNoWriMo, it starts to feel like if I “lose” (I use quotes, because I don’t know how one can really lose NaNoWriMo), then I’m not a “true writer” (whatever that means). I don’t think that’s a healthy way to look at it.
For me, “winning” or “losing” NaNoWriMo means next to nothing, apart from bragging rights and the ability to wear a T-shirt without shame. Just because I don’t reach the 50,000 words doesn’t mean it’s all for naught. Maybe I’ll only write 46,000 words for NaNoWriMo this year, but it’d still be impressive that I wrote 46,000 words in one month. Some is better than none.
I use NaNoWriMo as a writing exercise, and to get into a habit of writing every day, even if it’s just bits and pieces of stories that I’ve had in my mind. If I win NaNoWriMo this year, great—it’s a great jumping-off point to write a full novel. If not, I would be rather disappointed in myself, but that still doesn’t make me any less of a writer.
In any case, I have not declared defeat just yet. Will I make it? Let’s find out.