About a month ago I tried to attempt what many may have done before me – attempt NaNoWriMo without actually entering into NaNoWriMo. That is, write 50,000 words on my work-in-progress fantasy novel in the month of November.
The verdict: epic fail.
Try 10,000 words (which, to be fair, is not that bad under the circumstances). I tried, I really did. But I just couldn’t find the time. For most of the month, I was working 13-15 hour days, 5 days a week. Travel time to and from work took up 1.5-2 hours per day. Factor in 7-8 hours of sleep a night, keeping up with blog posts and needing almost the entire weekend to unwind and recover, that didn’t leave much time for writing.
Where does that leave me? Two positives came out of this experience. One, I progressed another 10,000 words on that first draft. Two, and more importantly, I know for certain that if I ever want to finish this book, I need to find another job. At this rate, it would probably take another 10 years, so it doesn’t really leave me much choice.
The good thing is that after yet another brutal week, I don’t feel like all hope is lost. Even though I should be catching up on some much needed sleep, I ended up getting up earlier than usual because all I wanted to do was write. That’s a good sign, isn’t it?