Ahh, So THAT'S My Problem
As I lay in bed last night I tried to figure out why my NaNoWriMo efforts have been so agonizing. Why am I struggling so? Why aren't I having any fun at it?
And it was then that I had an epiphany. I've been trying to write a "good" novel, something where the quality really matters to me. But I should just be trying to write A novel. Trying to write my best while conforming to an artificial 30-day deadline is, well, unbelievably stupid. That's not the point of this exercise. The point is doing the work, day in, day out. If you hope to sell a novel the first thing the publisher asks isn't, "So, how fast did you write this?" The amount of time you put into it doesn't really interest them.
So, having given myself 58 hour handicap, I'm going to start over. I just need to think of something to write about. Something I can enjoy writing about. Which means it'll probably be something stupid and absurd and not a little bit sick.
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