Wordsole

This year, I decided to participate in National Novel Writing Month {NaNoWriMo for short}. Which means that I am one week into writing a novel. Or at least something approximating a novel.

I’ve thought about attempting it before, but this year felt different. I’ve been trying to kickstart myself creatively, and I’ve really, really, really been trying to give myself permission to be terrible as a writer. Not in the end result. Not at everything. But in that initial getting ideas on paper and trying to string a story together.

The first two days felt incredible. I wrote quickly and without any kind of judgment. I knew it wouldn’t last. Except that it has. Even though I find excuses not to write during the day, I also find ways to overcome those excuses. My story feels weird and disconnected, but there are also funny moments in my piece that make me proud that I’m giving this a shot.

And then there’s the moment I had this morning. I had to play catch up. I’m not terribly worried when I don’t meet each day’s goal as long as I’m staying on top of things. And staying on top of things meant that as of 10am this morning, I hit 10,000 words. More words than I have ever written for a single project before. It felt like this: