That’s all folks. Day 30. The last day of National Blog Writing Month, otherwise known as NaBloWriMo, or NanoPoblano if you are part of the coolest (hottest?) blogger group around, or as I like to call it – Blog Everyday No Matter What Month.
It’s been fun, though I am a little disappointed I didn’t see the Tiny Potato around this year.
Last year, I pretty much didn’t post anything after Nov. 30th 2016, until Nov. 1st, 2017. *Editor’s Note: Not ‘pretty much’. Did not. As in I did not post anything after 11/30/16 until 11/1/17. Thank you.*
Last year I made sure to include a poem everyday as well. This year, not so much. But, I have posted … something … every day this month.
Maybe I will post more often on here this coming year.
But November is not only NaBloWriMo. For some crazy peeps, it is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo.
The idea behind this is to write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November. That comes out to an average of about 1,667 words per day. Slightly less, but 1,666.66 words a day, while perhaps technically possible, doesn’t make much sense.
Now, I do want to write a novel in my life, preferably more than one. Hopefully more than one, since I have ideas for several, and at least 4 that I’ve started. Starting is easy, at least for me. It’s the middle I’ve never gotten through. It’s kind of hard to finish writing a novel if you haven’t written the middle.
Now, I had no intention of even trying to write a 50,000 word novel this month. I wasn’t even sure I was going to try the blogging everyday this year. I hadn’t done much writing at all in a while before this month. But I did start the blogging everyday.
And one day, while trying to write something I could post on my blog, I started writing a story. I thought it was going to be a quick, short story. I even sort of wanted to write it as kind of a poetic prose. It did not work out as either of those.
The story just kept going, unfolding itself before as I wrote. I wrote for days, whenever I could. Sometimes just a few sentences here and there, other times pages at a time. There were times I got stuck. Some days I didn’t write at all.
I didn’t start writing this story on November 1st. I think it was the 6th when I started.
I wasn’t writing this story with a 50,000 word count goal in mind, though I did wonder how many words I had written at various times throughout the month. But after checking a couple of times near the beginning, I decided I wasn’t going to check the word count until the end of the month. I didn’t want to worry about number of words more than the words themselves.
I didn’t have a goal of finishing it by November 30th. I didn’t want to rush it, and I still don’t. Deadlines aren’t a good way to motivate me. Ask every single teacher I’ve ever had from kindergarten through high school if you don’t believe me.
My goal, my only goal, was to keep writing until the story had been told. Which I’ve been able to do so far by simply asking myself: “What happens next?” and then writing down the answer.
I’m still working on that goal. The story is not yet finished.
In the meantime, I did not accidentally write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November. I have, however, written the longest story I have ever written.
Right now, the word count on my story is 38,649.
To date, the longest finished story I have ever written is only 3,980 words. I did have one that was 4,553 words long, but everyone that read it said I couldn’t end it how I did, that I had to write more. So I’ve added a bit more to it. It’s now up to 20,362 words, and before this month the longest story I’d written, but it’s not finished. Yet.
Fun fact: My average word count per day (for the 24(?) days since I started) has been approximately 1,610.375. That many words every day for the full 30 days would have put me at 48,311.25 words. Which is pretty damn close to the 50,000 word count that is the goal of those participating in NaNoWriMo.
So. What happens next?
I plan on continuing to write the story I’ve been writing this month. It would be amazing to actually finish a story long enough to actually be a novel.
It is of course a (very) rough draft, and would need a lot of reworking and polishing before it would be even readable, let alone entertaining, for anyone other than me. (I don’t even have names for my characters yet. I’m terrible at naming characters.) But still. A first draft alone would be a huge accomplishment for me. It might even help me continue working on all of the other stories I’ve started over the years and finish those.
I know this has been one of my longer blog posts, but before you go, I have one more thing to say:
Happy Birthday to my amazing wife, who blogs over at The Illusion of Controlled Chaos. I recommend you head on over and take look.
Thank you, and good night. See you later. Maybe even sooner than next November.