I’m reposting this blog post from 2 years ago, when I finished NaNoWriMo for the first time. I thought it was a fun trip down memory lane, and pretty much the entire post is still accurate and true. — Enjoy! (And leave me some comments about how you know you’re a writer!)
What’s important is that I not only survived NaNoWriMo, I also “won” by writing 50,000 words in the month of November. Technically, I wrote 60K, and honestly, I’m still beating myself up for not having actually finished the novel. Neurotic writer behaviors aside, it was a great first NaNo experience! I’ll get back to finishing the novel tomorrow, but tonight I wanted to contemplate their very important question.
- I feel all kinds of wrong when I’m not writing.
- I have a baby names book but no children and no plans for children.
- I’ve Googled enough weird crap to get myself on a government watch list for life.
- The only sprint I’ve run this year was with @NaNoWordSprints.
- I’m unfit to function in society, unless it’s a fictional one. If I need to choose a fictional one, it could take me years to narrow it down.
- I don’t care as much about publishing my novels as I do about writing them. It’s not that it wouldn’t be nice to be published. It would, but I’m going to write them either way.
- I have horrible insomnia, otherwise known as an overactive imagination paired with night owl tendencies.
- I mentally edit everything I read from novels to emails to grocery lists. (Yes, I’m constantly judging everything you write, even your texts!).
- I talk (angst) to my friends and family about writing, and they look at me like I’ve finally gone off the deep end. . . They’re right. I usually have gone off the deep end.
- I’ve used semicolons correctly; I felt totally justified in doing so.
- I know a lot more about epic antagonists, tragically good deaths, and anxiety-inducing love triangles than I have the right to know.
- I wake up in the morning and suddenly hate my current novel. I tell myself how stupid it is and how poor the writing is. By the second cup of coffee, I’m ready to scrap it and move on. Then, by lunch, I somehow hate it just a bit less. By snack time, I’m in love with it again, but by dinner, I’m ready to run it through a shredder for permanent execution. Then, by wine-o-clock, I’m determined to sleep on it before I make any rash decisions, and as I crawl into bed, exhausted, I suddenly know what needs to be written, added, or edited next, in order to salvage the story. . . I get back up.
- I’m personally responsible for the coffee bean and tea leaf shortage of 2013.
- I easily have 10 blank journals, 30 ink pens, and a billion post-it notes by my living room chair at any given moment.
- Oh, my God! Where is the pen I need? I can’t write with these other 29 pens. It has to be that specific one! I only need that one.
- Gasp! I’m out of blue post-its? How can I survive with only six other colors? Oh, the horror!
- I absolutely hate to start editing, but once I start, I love getting so caught up in the story that I forget I’m editing and have to go back through a whole section. It’s even better when I make myself laugh or cry.
- I suddenly say something intense that my character just has to say. Then I realize I’m in the middle of a busy grocery store aisle, and everyone is staring at me.
- I get so caught up in writing that I either don’t hear the buzzer or tell myself I’ll get it in a second, but instead I burn my dinner for the hundredth time.
- I send a manuscript out to my beta readers. Then approximately three days later, I totally freak out, tell them all not to read any of it, and sit down for a fourth, extremely frantic round of editing, before sending another revised version to all the readers . . .yet again.
- The next novel I write might be a quirky realistic fiction, or maybe I should work on that fantasy I’ve been thinking about, unless I want to go ahead and try horror, but I did sketch out some notes on that paranormal story already. . . (Update: I’ve written dystopian, Sci-Fi, fantasy, contemporary, romance, and paranormal so far, but for NaNo2015, I’m tackling a YA Fantasy!)
- I wish Santa would bring me Scrivener and a small, travel laptop for Christmas. I swear, I’ve only killed a few people this year, and they were all fictional. (Update 10/28/2015: I bought Scrivener for half off after finishing my first NaNoWriMo, and I’ve never looked back. I would never want to write without it!)