1. There are many ways in which it felt like something other than just trying to write a novel, like some sort of life exercise, or a thing you might do as a discipline in order to learn about yourself and grow as a human being. After all, people write diaries for that reason. And let's face it, the thing really holding my diary back from being interesting is me. I've always disapproved of my own diary attempts as an unhealthy pandering to my innate introspective egotism. Hurray for leisure novelling!
It takes the worry out of it if you decide to let it go and just get on with it. But the whole NaNoWriMo thing is a huge exercise in humility. You'd have to be a very bad reader, or one of those super-unrealistic people who sing appallingly at X Factor auditions, to think that you are writing something like a proper novel as you go. (Or maybe you could be a genius like Dostoyevksy, but if you are I don't want to know about it.) The NaNoWriMo people make this very clear, to their credit, and suggest you look upon what you write not even as a first draft, but a zeroth draft, or a halfth draft -- one month for writing, and eleven for revising. In a way it's a shame they call it a novel at all. It could be NaFiDraWriMo. But the whole time you are writing you are humiliating yourself by doing something you care about and doing it badly. It feels quite mature to keep going anyway. That's definitely one of the hardest things about it, not just producing the words but quelling your self-dislike as you do so.
|72, 288 words of historical detective story by me.|
7. I won NaNoWriMo! Go me! Also, so did my only NaNoWriMo buddy, nwjvfoi, who started at short notice and improvised more, which I think may be more in the spirit of the thing. Go nwjvfoi! We rock! Oh yeah!