Why Am I Doing This? (Notes from NaNo)

Posted: November 1, 2014 in God, Life, NaNoWriMo, Writing
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Today was the first day of National Novel Writing Month. It’s my third time doing it.

All in all, I’m off to a decent start. My goal for the weekend is 5k and I’m at 2100 words. Not too shabby and yet a long way from 50k. I’ve done it before (twice) and I have no reason to think I can’t get there again barring unforeseen events like maybe aliens (aliens would be a good excuse not to finish right?).

For me, writing 50k in a month is what I imagine it’s like to run a marathon. Sitting down and writing this much requires dedication. I know from experience that other people look at bit askance at me when I talk about writing a novel – either because it seems like I’m insane (possibly) or because they think, “If you’re not published, who cares?”

Or maybe that’s just my own inner critic (she’s loud).

National Novel Writing Month is therapeutic for me. My depression really starts to kick into high gear as the days get shorter and darker and that’s saying something given that if people knew my thoughts I’m pretty sure most would want to hospitalize me or at least remove all the sharp objects from my house (no point in being shy about it – this is just a fact of living with the type of depression I have). I have so many days where I can’t get out of bed. So many days when I feel like I’m a failure at life even if all the facts point to something different.

Writing 50k in a month is my way of looking my depression straight in the eyes and saying, “Not today.” It’s a goal that gets me up and gets me doing something that feels like an accomplishment for me.

I felt that today. When I punched in my first word count update, I felt my depression quiet a little bit. I heard my inner critic snort and start rifling around for the really good insults.

I’m going to get to 50k because I like to win and I like to be right. And writing 50k is me getting sassy. It’s me fighting back.

Maybe I’ll write a third novel that I don’t care to revise and publish. Or maybe I will. I don’t know but that’s not why I’m writing this. I’m not doing this for anyone except me.

But… I’m writing about it because it is a journey. Because just like I can’t fight my depression alone, I can’t reach 50k alone. I want encouragement, I want shouts of support, I want other voices telling me I can do this and to understand why I’m doing it.

God designed me with depression and I don’t know why. At the same time, He also made me incredibly stubborn. It drives everyone crazy but it gets me out of bed. It gets me fighting even after I think I’ve got nothing left to fight with.

And it’ll get me to 50k.

Well. Here’s hoping anyway :)

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Comments
  1. Sara says:

    I have never done this for the worst reason ever. Because I always thought if all those other people are writing their own novels then obviously mine is going to be horrible. See the logic? Yeah, not really logic, just lots of self-defeat.

    So you’re helping me. And I’m really glad I met you, even if we’ve only met virtually so far. Virtual works.

    • Shannon says:

      I’m glad I met you too!!! I think you’re awesome :) Some of my favorite people I’ve met online (reasons I love the interwebz).

      You should do it :D It’s not too late to start if you’re game. I promise everything I write is absolutely, positively terrible. But I’m writing it anyway because as my husband told me, “Nothing always sucks but something might not suck.” LOL Words of wisdom I think.

      If not, I’ll pester you and get you doing it next year… ;) The more the merrier on this journey of insanity.

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