It’s the day after the close of NaNoWriMo, that juggernaut that drives many into a November of frenetic writing. Yet instead of a rough and ready 50K manuscript, I’ve logged back on to my neglected NaNo account to check out my word count of – drum roll please – 5977. And no, I haven’t missed a zero off anywhere. And yes, the drumroll was totally undeserved.
So what went wrong?
Nothing actually. Life happens. Got sick. Have kids and other responsibilities. Discovered Scrivener…
Well I didn’t actually discover Scrivener (the much lauded writing software package), so much as a writing bud taught me how to use it properly. The result was my November disappeared into a frenzy of transferring the WIPs, importing pictures from pinterest, colouring-coding, cross-referencing and writing in-depth character summaries. I found I had an instant overview of my giant story and an easy-to-manage way of navigating the text. I got excited about writing again.
It was a revelation.
In fact so enamoured have I been one friend actually said…
Well if you love Scrivener so much, why don’t you marry it?
She really did. To be fair I may have been laying it on a bit thick. Channelling my inner 14 year old…
As for NaNo, however, I’ve had to acknowledge that after two years of failing to get anywhere close to writing a novel in a month, that perhaps it is time to hang up the October-tinted glasses and just write when I can, in the way that works best for me.
For all those who slogged it out this November and smashed the wordcount out of the park – you are NaNo rockstars! But as for this writer – I’m afraid it’s NoMoWriMo for me!