So here’s the thing. We’re one month away from NaNoWriMo. That’s when crazy people such as myself write a 50K word novel from start to finish during the month of November. I did it last year…and it about killed me.
Seriously. I mean, I loved it. I loved the renewed feeling of discipline and the creativity of it all. I felt more like a productive writer that month than I had any other month previously. It kickstarted a lot of good habits in me, too. And got me a lot of good exposure for my work. Best of all I met a lot of other writers whom I consider to be awesome people.
But the pace of it was just too much. By the end of the month my husband was having to help me hobble from room to room and was literally having to cut my meat for me. Granted, a lot of that was due to having to cram during the med-free days. But that essentially meant that, realistically, I had about 12 days in November, where everyone else had 30. Not that I’m whinging. (But I am.)
So here’s the deal. I so badly want to go to NaNoWriMo 2010 events. And I want to try some of the goals. But I know I cannot possibly make the full goal AND have a healthy, happy Thanksgiving. So should I just join NaNoWriMo 10 and do what I can, knowing I have absolutely no intention of finishing? Or should I just let this parade pass me by?
As far as ethical dilemmas go, this isn’t quite the Waterloo I’m making it out to be. Nevertheless I am quandrified.