Well, that time of year has come to a close again. Yep, National Novel Writing Month is done, and I write this blog post with a mixture of relief and... is that emptiness?
Every year I participate in this crazy challenge we call NaNoWriMo. 30 days and 50,000 words later another challenge is complete and I get the satisfaction of posting the winner picture all over the place, basking in the congratulations, and feeling generally pretty accomplished.
This is the sixth year I've participated in NaNoWriMo, and the fifth year I've actually completed it. Every year has presented its own set of challenges, whether it was last year when I had a whirlwind trip at the beginning of the month which had me falling way behind, or this year when I had trouble staying disciplined... either way, I usually find I need to really push myself to hit that 50,000-word mark.
When I participate in NaNoWriMo I learn more about myself, I learn more about my writing, and the story generally takes on a life of its own. It's an exciting way to write, and one that can never quite be recreated without the pressure of a month long writing marathon. And now, on the first day without it, I'm feeling a little lost. But, of course, that never lasts long. The to-do list with books is long and unending.
So, in closing, congratulations to all those who participated, whether you finished or didn't, it's still a huge accomplishment, and you still wrote more this month than you probably would have otherwise. So give yourself a pat on the back, raise a celebratory glass of your drink of choice and toast yourself or someone you know who lost themselves in a literary world for 30 days. You done good.
As for myself, I'm taking a day off.