Recently, I’ve been discussing NaNoWriMo with others. The thought they have had (there were several of these) was that NaNo is a made-up sort of deadline, and thereby rendered without teeth.
I give my NaNo teeth. I give it teeth by telling my family, friends, you guys, my cow-orkers, posting a NaNo flyer in my cell cube … I give it teeth of Embarassment. Worst of all will be how I feel when, a year or a decade from now, I read through my blog and note my enthusiasm, my grand plans, my optimism … and how I let it dribble away without a word.
The worst thing I can imagine is adding things I regret to my life. So, NaNo has teeth for me because I’m horrified at the thought of how I’ll feel if I’m slack and let ennui or inertia master me.
This year, NaNo is going well. I started with “50,000 words … but if I hit 45,000 and wrote well and enjoyed it, then I win, because this year I’m shooting for sustainability instead of endurance and ultimate effort.” That’s fine, but not quantifiable. Goals without quantifiable measures of attainment are … toothless.
I will say that, so far even with lack of sleep and several days of social activity taking the place of writing, I am writing well and much and enjoying the process.
So. I told Lisa, mentor et ami sans reproche
I will, working daily, complete an editable first draft of Self
Sacrifice by January 19 and have a revised manuscript based on
that draft ready to be uploaded to the Amazon Breakthrough
Novel Award Contest website NLT February 5, 2009.
And, because I am a masochist, I will publish this to E&S and
install a countdown timer indicating my two deadlines.
I must be ready for this, because I am very aware of what I
just committed to do and it seems perfectly reasonable to me.
Countdown timers will be forthcoming.
Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry