Wrimos are Never Alone

I survived another NaNoWriMo: my seventh year hitting 50k, my fourth year as Municipal Liaison. I submitted my completed grammar final last night and the boyfriend and I are still on speaking terms.

I’ve even gotten a little bit of Christmas shopping done.

I am relieved and amazed I made it through the month. I’ve never had so much going on in November before. Not since the very first NaNo I signed up for in 2005, where I was finishing my second to last semester as an undergrad (taking 12 hours), working nearly full time hours at a job, and trying to put together grad school applications (which included studying for the GRE). That year I wrote roughly 1,000 words and then promptly and enthusiastically surrendered.

I wanted to do the same this year. Several times. There were stretches of two and three days were I didn’t go back to my novel, and some of those stretches I didn’t think I ever would.

But let me tell you something about being ML in a region like mine: I’m not alone. My Wrimos supported me as much as (if not more than) I supported them. I had two MLs, my best writing buddy, all of the Cafe members, a bunch of excited newbies, as well as a supportive boyfriend trying to juggle his own crazy schedule, who wouldn’t let me quit.

And so I had several days where I wrote six thousand words over the course of one day to get caught back up. The last night of NaNo this year I hunkered down at our write-in spot and cranked out four thousand words for the win. There were people cheering me on the whole way.

This is what I come back to every year with NaNo. Writing is a solitary thing. When it comes down to it, unless you’re co-authoring, you have to Write All of the Words yourself. Nobody else can write them for you.

But you don’t have to do it alone. NaNoWriMo gives writers a community so we don’t have to face the trials of being a writer without support. I probably wouldn’t still be writing today if it weren’t for that support network.

As far as my novel goes this year, it needs so much work that I can’t even face it right now. It’s going to the Novel Graveyard for now. Someday I might take another crack at it, but it’s unfinished and complete chaos right now.  I finally discovered the theme of the story about 48,000 words into it, but I don’t have the energy to start over right now. I love the idea, and I love my characters, but it’s a project for another day. Or possibly another writer in another universe.

The End.

(since I didn’t get to write that in my novel this year)

Sara is a Kansas-grown author of the fantasy and horror persuasions. She is convinced that fantastical things are waiting for her just around the corner, and until she finds the right corner, she writes about those things instead.

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