It’s the first week and I’m already way behind. As a college student, I’m trying to juggle midterms, exams, homework, student organizations, leadership positions, finals, and yes, even these excuses. Ultimately, it comes down to the fact that there aren’t enough hours in the day nor enough hours at night to get full rest. So while I’m trying to keep up with school work, apply to summer programs, study for finals, plan next semester’s course registration and write a novel, my sleep has inevitably been wearing down.
It’s fine. It’s fine. I’m alright.
Okay, so maybe not, but if there is something I’m okay with it’s falling behind on my NaNoWriMo writing word count despite putting in the time and dedication to write.
No, it’s not that I take pleasure in setting myself up for eventual failure. But I’m more happy with the fewer thousand words I’ve written so far than the smorgasbord of random writing of words that I have done in the past. Yes, it’s hard. Yes, it’s tiring to spend an entire day and only produce 900 words when I’m supposed to be pumping out twice that amount each day. And yes, it’s a lot of thinking over the phrasing of words, changing, and editing.
And I know that the professionals of NaNoWriMo actually suggests leaving editing to the end, but I’ve been working on this piece for such a long time that I feel like–go big or go home.
So it’s slow but sure progress, making it’s way through Chapter 2 of a 24 piece novel.