Okay, I thought I wasn’t going to write about Nanowrimo for a year but I was wrong. I recently, as in a few minutes ago, had a Facebook comments conversation with a guy in my Nano region. He stated that he had an idea at 3 am. He kept his pregnant wife up for three hours talking about it. This conversation made him get his inspiration back, but he was disappointed that it happened three days after nanowrimo ended (Yes, I’m overwhelmed by all the 3’s too). Someone said he didn’t need nanowrimo to write a novel. I said he wins at life because he got his writing mojo back. He said –
“But I didn’t win NaNo. That’s the bigger prize.”
WHAT? There is something wrong with that attitude. Winning a made up competition with yourself is a bigger prize than massive inspiration? That’s crazy talk. To my way of thinking you can write a novel any time you want. All you need is an idea, a ton of effort, and at some point, a critical eye. Maybe some sweat, tears and blood, or a tiny piece of your soul. Feeling sorry for yourself because you didn’t write like a crazy person for a single month in the year is ridiculous. I look over my the stuff I wrote during nano and I see a lot of crap writing. I see rushed desperation. I don’t even want to call it a rough draft. It’s a rough rough draft. I’m happy to have it, don’t get me wrong but if I didn’t I certainly don’t think I would feel like that guy does. I’ve failed nanowrimo before. I saw it as a learning opportunity. That’s enough ranting for now. I think I’ll get back to super editing.