Nanowrimo
So, I’ve quit nano. It got to Saturday night, after work: I was exhausted, and realised that I could either spend the next two days (my weekend) writing like a maniac to try and catch up the 27,500 words I was behind, or I could spend them relaxing and doing the other things I needed to do. Quitting won. Here’s my justification.
a) 27,500 words behind schedule. 41,500 to write.
b) Before November is out I will have worked 3 more late nights and had one overnight trip out of town, that I wouldn’t be able to write on.
c) I really, really needed to get some washing and cleaning done.
d) I want to spend time knitting.
e) I was super stressed anyway, it was making me sick, so taking away the stress that could be taken away seemed like a good plan.
f) I didn’t like my story that much. It wasn’t any good. I know I have a tendency to think that about stuff I write, but I just didn’t like where this was going. It was all too predictable and Maeve Bincheyish. I may go back to it sometime.
g) Hell, I’m just a quitter. I could have told you all that from the beginning.
So, I feel pretty crap about giving in. Really crap in fact. Like you do when you’ve accidentally eaten a whole carrot cake in the middle of a diet just because it was there. I don’t feel good about myself for it.
Anyway. I’ve written another couple of posts so that this will get buried. If you need to comment on anything, comment on those, don’t feed my self pity or give me sympathy: I really don’t deserve it, there’s only one person to blame for this and I know who she is. She has a penchant for gin, vodka, tea and cakes.
