I’m failing and it’s OK
It’s official… I’m a failure. Yes, I am officially failing at NaNoWriMo. I haven’t got a snowball’s chance of finishing 50K by 30 November. Even if I could lock myself away in a tea chest, I know I am not going to write enough words. Come the month’s end, I’ll still be hovering somewhere in the late 20s, dancing like some deranged flapper toward a great depression.
But, you know what?
I don’t mind it.
Sure, it would be lovely to be clocking up thousands of fantastic words every day. When we dream of writing it happens like that. Words flow like GIFS.
But sometimes they don’t. Sometimes you have to stop to plan or edit, even when you want to be writing with gay abandon. Sometimes life has other plans for your time.
The thing is, you keep going. You don’t give up. It doesn’t matter if everyone else has crossed the finish line, folded up their chairs, and gone home. I’ll still be puffing my way around this 50K track, even if it takes me well into December. Because nobody’s really looking at my word count but me. And any words I type are more words than I had before. Speaking of which, it’s time to get writing. Join me? I don’t mind if you’re failing, too. Let’s fail together!