I have the NaNo guilt. I have the I-should-be-writing-but-I-can’t-do-I-want-to-keep-doing-this-I’m-so-tired-so-many-stories-too-far-behind guilt. The kind that brings you back to a blog you’ve neglected, convinces you to buy Christmas scented candles from Bath and Body Works and makes sure you buy ridiculous side project music about romancing with robots and digging to China (Zac Hanson have I ever told you that you’re my favorite?).
So this year I decided to participate in NaNoWriMo. I decide to participate almost every year. If you aren’t sure what NaNoWriMo (Nano for short) is, you may not know enough writers. Or you’re living under a rock (or you’re normal). Anyway, NaNoWriMo stands for: National Novel Writing Month, aka the month of November. Thousands of writers all over the world come together online and try to write 50,000+ words of a novel in the month. It’s doable, if you’re crazy. I’ve done it before.
Last year I wrote about 25,000 words of nonsense while trying to find a story that needed to be heavily revamped before I could add more words. I started a new story. Then I tried to write the story of my life. All while dating a guy I was infatuated with and working full time. It didn’t pan out. Let’s also remember that my birthday is in November, and so is Thanksgiving. Oh yeah. And Library School, the never ending masters program that eats up my will do to things that aren’t sitting on the couch/ laying down/ watching YouTube videos and Gilmore Girls.
This year I’m dating someone, working part time and still in the never ending Library School circle of homework, message board posts and trying to get the most out of experiences.
And yet. Maybe this is all too much.
Or maybe I’m not pushing myself enough.
I can’t be sure. All I know is that it’s driving me to blog. So that’s something?