50,000 words in November. I’m gonna do it, even with all the possible excuses I just listed.
What’s your excuse?
The point is to do it. Even if your novel isn’t good. Even if you never publish it, you are starting to think for yourself and use the gray stuff between your ears for something more than storing TV shows.
I did this last year, and it was hard, terrible, frustrating, stressful, and I’m so glad I did it that I can’t wait for November 1st to roll around so I can do it again. There is great joy in thinking, and creation. And there’s amazing joy when that accursed word count bar you’ve been staring at every day finally turns a beautiful shade of purple (purple is the official color of winning NaNoWriMo).
Do it. You’ll be glad you did.
