I did not win Nanowrimo this year.
I didn’t come close.
Like not at all.
As of writing this article, the project I was writing for National Novel Writing Month sits at just over 14,500 words.
It’s a far cry from the 50,000 words required. I knew about half way through the month that I wouldn’t be getting close. I was drastically behind schedule. Midway through the month I should have been at 25,000 words and I was just shy of 5,000.
So what slowed me down?
I could run with the general excuses. That other projects got in the way, which would be partially true.
But it’s hardly the whole story. Besides, the excuses would be pretty lame as my only job is writing and I incorporated the project into what I was already writing. And I have substantially more time than a lot of people.
Truly, I think it was the nature of what I was trying to do.
I had the brilliant idea of posting the project one section at a time.
This flies in the face of Nanowrimo and a purist would suggest that this doesn’t count at all, as one of the original tenets of the exercise was not editing. It was to be a manic free for all to get the words out and create a substantial portion of a first draft.
Instead I essentially self published a serial novel. In order to do this, I had to at least edit a little to make it halfway coherent. I could easily knockout 50,000 words in little over a weekend. But it might as well be in hieroglyphics as even I as the author wouldn’t be able to read it.
Should I have changed my plan?
Possibly. But I thought what I was doing sounded like much more fun and I’m glad I did it this way.
Am I dismayed on not reaching the goal?
No, not really. It wasn’t that important to me.
What does matter is that I have a fun new project that I’m going to keep going, as I think at least a few people like it.
If you’re interested. This what I have so far.