I know what you’re about to say.
You can’t fail Nanowrimo, so long as you get some writing done!
If that’s the criterion, I have failed this year, because I have written 0 words. Zero. Look:
Nothing. No words on Anala, no words on From the Ashes; just a smattering of words on blogs and some rants on Facebook.
And yet I’m counting this month as a success. Why?
Simple. Even though I planned to write this month and failed, I managed to not beat myself up about it once. I managed to not feel shame. I managed to be okay with not writing for a month.
I didn’t write anything this month, but the fact that I didn’t rip myself apart for it means I can go into December with a clean slate, free of shame, and not let the failure of November weigh me down. If anything, the failure is lifting me up, because for the first time I’m okay with failing at writing.
(What helped was reading this blog post by Mary Robinette Kowal, which helped me realize my inability to write at the moment is depression, not lack of will. It made it okay for me to be gentle on myself, and to take steps towards digging myself out of the depression hole.)
So I am going to spend the rest of today getting ready for the new month and maybe cleaning my kitchen a bit, and letting the end of Nanowrimo pass me by without a word written. (Assuming the fumes from the renovations upstairs don’t suffocate me first.)
See you in December.