So, in my last post I seemed so passionately excited (or at least that’s how I’ve been feeling for the past few days), but the pressure from writing 1,667 words didn’t get to me until I actually started writing today. And by today, I mean late this afternoon. And by this afternoon, I mean after reading several articles (okay, maybe just two) about NaNoWriMo, fooling around on the official site, and taking a nap.
It’s not that I don’t want to be productive, but I’m notorious for being a procrastinator even though I hate being one. I just put off showing that I hate being a procrastinator because it gets in the way with whatever I’m doing (or not doing) at that moment.
I began my writing journey by actually installing this amazing program called Focus Writer, a full-screen workspace, free from distractions and tool bars. Just you and your words. You can set your daily limit of writing with by either a length of time or word count (my word count was obviously 1,667). Trust me, once I started writing, nothing felt better than to check my word count every so often and also see the percentage of work I’ve completed.
But nothing could have prepared me for such a writing challenge. I thought writing short stories or papers within a few days (or sometimes within one night) for workshops and classes, respectively, was difficult. But to think and write in terms of novel-length is a whole other story. Maybe I put off participating in NaNoWriMo in past years because I knew how difficult and demanding the challenge was going to be, and decided to focus on my classes rather than to spread myself thin.
But of all things pure and beautiful in this world, writing almost 2,000 words a day seems to be slowly killing me while also rejuvenating my creative soul. Writing this month is truly going to be a love/hate experience, but I refuse to back down from this challenge. I accepted it, and now I must follow through.
Today’s word count: 1,750.