Hello people of the internet. This is your unruly writer coming to you from Bustville. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about. NaNoWriMo was a complete bust for me.
I was more prepared for this NaNo than any other I’ve participated in. I had a plot, character sheets, and so many ideas that I was oozing them out of my brain. I started off the first day amazingly with 2500 words. The second day I started having a gout attack and that attack switched to two other joints. I’m actually still getting over it.
Am I disappointed? You better believe it. I’m hugely disappointed. I had great plans for this book this month. However, I know that all things work out the way they do for a reason. God has plans that go far beyond my plans. Who am i to question that? Why did it happen this way? I don’t know yet, but I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough. Maybe I’d have gotten into the story and hated what I was doing with it? Maybe I’d have given the story up all together? I believe this is a good story. I completely believe in the idea and the lessons behind it. I’m not willing to cut corners because of word count goals. So maybe that’s why I couldn’t do this for NaNoWriMo. I may have just thrown this story to the trash pile and forgotten about it.
See what I’m doing here? I’m teaching myself a lesson. The way you look at things determines a lot about how you react and how you feel. It’s one of the hardest lessons to learn. I could get depressed and throw my hands up and want to quit. I could say I’m never writing again. I’m choosing to look at this as a postive. That’s how I want to live my life. I want to see the positive in things. I’ll be the first to admit it’s hard at times. My first thoughts are usually negative, so I have to train myself and have been trying to for a long time, to see positive.
So NaNoWriMo was a bust? So what! Big fat hairy deal! I’m not worried about it now. This story will be told the way it needs to be told and the way God wants it to be told. Not my way or any other. As an author that makes me happy. Ultimately I’m a pen in the hand of the Great Author and he’ll use me to write the story when he’s ready.