For years, writers all over the world stood, or rather
wrote, in solidarity with each other as we pursued penciling, penning, typing,
or dictating 50,000 words in 30 days during the month of November. The mad dash
started on November 1st, and we were crawling across the finish line
with bloodied fingers or hoarse throats on the 30th day of November.
Nevertheless, those of us who do this insane activity yearly participate
because our brains have grown weary holding back the words that just want to
get written and shared. Every day, we pursued that lofty count of 1,667 words.
Some days we made it or exceeded the goal. Other days, we fell short, but we
didn’t give up. Why? We figured anything written was more than what we had on
October 31st. Then, we spent the next eleven months editing that
work just to have the mad dash start all over again.
However, last year, our beloved NaNoWriMo site retired,
leaving us to figure out what to do next. Where would we log our counts?
Regardless of what each individual chose to do, we made the commitment to
continue the tradition of locking ourselves away for hours with snacks, soft
tunes (or not), and our vast imagination. That, my friends, is how we do NaNo.
We encourage each other, smile at our successes, and relish in the competition
to spur each other on so we all win this battle against discouragement,
weariness, or hopelessness. This event helps develop the practice of writing
every day. I’m amazed how much I’ve learned about myself during the month of
November. My least favorite part is slogging through the story around the middle
of November. But I write on.

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