It’s hard to believe that November begins in only a few hours. Last year’s whirlwind race to 333,333 words—concluding at 425,524 words—doesn’t seem so far away in the past. The goals, the ambitions, the dreams have remained the same, and, if anything, life has become an even more challenging game of balancing acts.
Although, throughout the year, I had toyed with the notion of writing the half million for November, I’m going to have to bow out of that particular competition. Between studying for a certification exam, managing freelance work, exercising (because I am not going to tear up my body again like I did last year writing), actual socializing (a round of the golf clap for making friends), rewriting and editing projects farther along than a first draft, reading, remodeling the house, and the million other things that prey on my time, it’s just not a feasible goal.
At risk of sounding like a privileged complainer (believe me when I say I really am grateful for the blessings I have, even though they may take up a great deal of my time), I have to admit it’s been difficult for me to come to terms with this. The same holds true for my 2000-word-a-day goal, which was scrapped in July in favor of a 500-word-a-day goal because my time management suffered a serious misstep (in other words, it tripped going down the stairs, landed in a laundry basket, skidded across the floor, and flew out the door into a heavily trafficked street).
Still, at this point, I’ve moved on, and I’m looking forward to going, for the second time since my second NaNo, for the 100K. It may not be quite as exciting as last year, statistically speaking, but with the amount of work I’ll have to do around it, it will be just as challenging.
This year’s projects (because I suffer from a fundamental inability to concentrate on a single manuscript) include an urban/modern fantasy, a lighthearted adult fantasy, the continuation of Cursed and its attendant sequels—all of which are young adult fantasy—and, if I overcome my fear of lugging out the giant, my Long Story, an epic fantasy family saga, which has been dangling at about 980K words for the last eight months or so. Apparently I’m eschewing other genres in favor of my favorite this year.
Like last year, I’ll be recording my progress here each night or morning after. Feel free to buddy up with me on the NaNoWriMo site! And if you’re a novelist and you haven’t already joined, I encourage you to check it out.