There are people who can do it. I saw one of my Facebook friends do it. She came to the NaNoWriMo page and she said she would not be participating this year. She’s sitting this one out. She’s offering support to people who are participating but that’s it. She’s not writing fifty thousand words this November and she’s okay with that. I thought I could do it, too. I had already told my daughter, who got me involved in NaNoWriMo in the first place, that I would not be jumping on the bandwagon this year. I was not excited about participating. I didn’t have an idea for a novel. I had no desire to commit myself to thirty days, fifty thousand words and no excuses. I had done it three times already and I wanted a break.
Then November first rolled around. For most of the day, I stuck to my guns. Everyone else could have a lovely National Novel Writing Month, but I was not going to join them this time. I saw them posting about it on Facebook and I just scrolled on by. Nope. Not this year. Not me. The day wore on and I stuck to my guns. I did. For hours and hours and hours, I did not participate in NaNoWriMo. I was fine with it. I was glad I wouldn’t have word count hanging over my head every day in the month of November.
Then evening came and it just felt … wrong. It was the first of November and I was not writing. It was the first of November and it was getting late and I was just sitting there, scrolling by the NaNoWriMo posts on Facebook, trying to congratulate myself for escaping the craziness, but I wasn’t buying it. I was forced to admit that I was MISSING the craziness. I began to weaken. Then I caved.
I couldn’t remember my NaNoWriMo user name, so I messaged my daughter to ask her what it was. I was still on her buddy list, so she had no problem finding the information. She passed it along and I went to the NaNoWriMo web site. I couldn’t remember how to log in, so I messaged my daughter again. She was happy to enlighten me. I logged in. I created a novel. I went back to the word processor on my netbook and started a file that would be my 2015 project for National Novel Writing Month.
Okay, I’m in. I have to confess that I’m a rebel this time. I am not writing fiction. I’m not sure exactly what I’m writing, but I’m writing. The only absolutely hard and fast rule in NaNoWriMo is that you can’t write the same word fifty thousand times. I am not doing that. I’m writing complete, original thoughts from my own brain. I don’t know where they’re going from paragraph to paragraph and I don’t care. I get to go to the NaNoWriMo web site every evening and update my word count.
It feels like coming home.