I have never actually participated in NaNWriMo. Because I am not a big joiner really. Not one to join things. More one to just to my thing. And really that is the reason.
However, this year I was intrigued by the idea. I am mid novel right now and for that reason I thought I shouldn’t bother. I am right into the thick of it with this work and have little desire to start anything else at this current point. Yet, I do have another novel, a third in a series I will in fact be starting soon that I also have the plot laid out of essentially. I thought doing it with that one would be a fun and interesting challenge, plus get me into it a good chunk. I think it would have been an interesting experiment.
In the end though I knew I would never be able to complete the challenge.
You see those pesky migraines of mine do not play by the same rules of communication. Sometimes I am jittery and filled with ideas and pain. I can write feverishly fueled by insomnia and, well, pain. Need a distraction anyway and diving into that world and absorbing myself in the words is that. But some days my brain is mush. I am dumber than dirt. I say pumpernickel. Pumpernickel? No that was not what I meant to say at all. Periwinkle? No. And… it is gone. Or the words that come out are garbled and twisted and jumbled all up. It makes for interesting writing. So instead I write a blog post. A poem. And maybe a page or two on my novel more slowly. There will always be bad word days. Always be good word days.
But there will never be migraine days that are all good days. That simply doesn’t exist. I wish.
So there was really no point in joining to just fail at the challenge. However, maybe next year I will. Just to see how Far I get. That could be interesting in itself.