I have given up (for now).
I am not going to make it to 50,000 words by the end of the day. I am not going to even get close. My word count sits at 30,194 at this point. I may add another thousand by day’s end, but it was clear more than a week ago that it just wasn’t going to happen this year.
I don’t have any valid excuses, but here is what seems to have happened. Some of the excitement was gone this year. You can never recapture that first-time rush, that panic, pain and ecstasy. Since I was successful last year, I knew I could do it again this time. And somehow, knowing that I could succeed took some of the motivation away. I wasn’t working without a net.
In fact there were too many nets. I wanted to make this one different. There had to be more characters, more stories intertwining. I wanted the story to be more distant from my own experience. I wanted a book I could actually describe in a synopsis and make it sound interesting.
I don’t know if you could call it a sophomore slump when your first effort wasn’t a hit, but it felt like a slump nonetheless. I hit a personal rough patch mid-month, and lost all motivation. Nothing dramatic happened – no family crisis, no health problems, no accident that broadsides you on a random Tuesday – it was just a confluence of things that sent me spiraling.
This time around, I had more of an idea of where the story was going. This should have made it easier, but it did take away from some of the excitement of discovery. There are still many things that came to me in the moment, but somehow the scenes that I had planned a bit ahead of time were harder to start. There is sort of a fear that I won’t be able to pull them off.
But of course I can’t pull anything off that I don’t start.
I may have failed to reach the 50,000 mark within the 30 day challenge, but I will finish this book. Though I haven’t read it yet, I think there is something there, there. The pressure of a deadline forces me to sit down and write whether I feel creative or not, but I need to be able to do that on my own any month of the year if I want to continue to have this be a part of who I am.
I am digging my way out of the slump I fell into. Though I am disappointed I did not pull off the NaNoWriMo challenge this year, I do not consider 30,000 words a failure. Beating myself up over it (as tempting as that is for me) will not make me any more motivated.
I will get inspired again. I will sit my butt in the chair and write. I will finish what I started.
Just not today.