I’m sure there are some out there who would deride me over this, but, I’m willing to take the hit. I am, once again, failing to even bother starting Nanowrimo. November has to be the single most craptastic month of my year to attempt this. In school, it fell in the midst of tail-end mid-terms, and the opening season of finals. I mean, I definitely could have more than made my word count some years…it just would have been in the form of a legal brief rather than a novel.
And in my particular line of work, well, it’s not much better there. For some very particular, but sadly dull, business reasons, it’s a highly inauspicious time of year to attempt taking on anything else. And my pay-the-bills job would have zero understanding for an attempt like this. Not that they’d fire me, but they would look at me like I’d grown another head, and it would probably take 3 attempts to explain what it was before the meaning would even start to sink in.
The one year I started–and clearly didn’t finish–was 2008. That one started out strong…and then got completely derailed by a very happy event–I got my passing score on the Texas bar exam, and had to drop everything to drive to Austin and get sworn in. Then I wound up going back home with my parents in anticipation of Thanksgiving. It was all down hill from there.
So, here we are again. The general job issues are actually magnified more than normal this year. I’m missing enough posts right here because of meat-space. If I were to try Nano, you’d basically have to write me off for the month.
I’m strongly considering declaring my own month. Unfortunately, half the greatness of Nano is the effect of the masses and the support group atmosphere, and I can’t recreate that if I try this in, say, February or June. So, either I fire up my own gumption, or I can cling to the hope that one day, I’ll see a November where joining the rest of the would-be authors will not be total stress-inducing folly on my part.