Top Five Reasons Why I Will Never Do NaNo Again
- After one week--seven days, yo--and 14k words...my brain, it is dead. The funeral is tomorrow. In lieu of flowers, please send donations to The Society for People Who Join Ridiculous Writing Endeavors.
- I can no longer speak coherently. I frequently say one word when I mean another. For instance, last night I tried to tell someone I was a doormat, and accidentally called myself a welcome mat.
- My story? I have no idea where it's going. Usually, when I get to this point, I can spend a few days away from it and let things work themselves out in my head. But noooo...I have to be doing NaNo, which requires me to force it all out as I write. I don't like this. I don't like this at all.
- I find myself trying to plan for NaNo in the midst of long-planned social engagements. Like, "Okay, so I'm going to Pittsburgh with Keely on Thursday...I wonder if she would mind driving at least one way, so I can write." This somewhat defeats the purpose of planning social engagements--you know, the things I do to get away from the keyboard.
- I am no longer capable of typing a single word without a type.* I used to be such a great typist, and such a good speller. All gone now. Thanks, NaNo!
- The typos? They rawk. They make me laugh. Hey, if I can get some comedic relief from something, I'm all over it. No matter how many brain cells it destroys.
- The more I write, the more I want to write. Not just my NaNovel, either. Blogging, journaling, even twitter. I am a fountain of words. Most of them may suck, but hey. That's the price.
- It's a lot less lonely than writing by myself.
- I have a short memory. I'll probably forget the hellishness by...oh, December 2.
- 14,000 words? In one week? Awesome!
*This was totally unintentional, I swear. I didn't even notice it until I finished and was reviewing what I'd written. I'm leaving it in for its awesomeness.