national novel writing month
So here it is, November. For some that means it’s National Novel Writing Month.
Once again this year, I will not be participating. I just don’t buy into it. It feels like “stunt writing.” An arbitrary word count goal in an arbitrary number of days. How does vomiting words onto a page equate with serious writing? If you don’t normally write 1700 words in a day, and if you don’t normally write 1700 words a day for thirty consecutive days, what do you hope to accomplish by suddenly trying to do so? And what will you have even if you could sustain the effort? I certainly am not going to head out one morning and try to run 26.2 miles if my long runs are only 6.2 miles.
And, yes, I know some people claim that this gives them motivation, but I’ve never needed motivation to write. (I need time to write. I have all of the motivation I can handle.) And I suspect that if folks need to be motivated to write, then they aren’t serious writers. Thus NaNoWriMo seems to me to be a sport for amateurs.
Well, if it works for you, good. We all must proceed in our own best way.