Well folks, for the third year running, I successfully completed NaNoWriMo!!
I gotta tell you though, this year was way harder than the last two years. I just had a hard time getting into the story I was creating. And to be honest, I’m not sure I’ll even finish it. It was a fun side project, and I think NaNoWriMo is great at getting you to get yourself into some good writing habits (like, you know, actually sitting down and doing some writing) but I just wasn’t loving it the way I loved my other nano projects.
That doesn’t mean the other projects were always easy, by any means. Most days start out with me not really wanting to sit down and do actual work. But once I get going, I have fun and I love seeing who my characters turn out to be and what their story is about. In fact, I’m pleased to report that even after two years, I still absolutely love my first book. It’s been through major changes a million times, but I have always believed in the story of it. This year’s story – meh.
I think we all have stories inside us, just waiting to get out. Some of us write them, some of us live them, some of us draw or paint them, some of us share them with others, some of us let the stories come and go, and some of us let them just die inside us. And that’s a true tragedy, I think. That’s when we forget to live and instead get by by just existing.
I have better stories inside me. What about you?