NaNoWriMo Addict

For the sixth year in a row, I’m giving in to my masochistic side and participating in National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo is my brain candy.  I have a love/hate relationship with the writing competition, but every November, I sign up. Eleven months gives me just enough time to forget how hard it is to write fifty thousand words in thirty days.


The first time I found the NaNoWriMo website, I was excited at the prospect of writing in a real competition, but the thought made me very nervous. I hadn’t written much more than a few chapters of anything in my life, and the thought of writing fifty thousand words of any kind of cohesive story seemed impossible.

As I flew through the first few days, words falling from my fingertips, the possibilities seemed endless. This could be the next great novel.


But as the days flew past, my self image changed. This was harder than I even imagined.


And by the end of thirty days, I felt and looked much like this.


I didn’t make the fifty thousand words the first year year, but I came close, and I almost finished my first book.

In the years since, I’ve won NaNoWriMo several times, but whether I completed the fifty thousand or not, each year I’ve written more words with NaNo than I would have without.

What can I say? I work better under pressure.

How about you? Are you doing NaNoWriMo this year? I’m mombo, and I’d love to be your buddy.