So, I was going to do the whole NaNoWriMo thing, right? Thirty days in November to write 50,000 words. Such a fun challenge! I did it a few years back, and it was pretty neat to get to the end of the month with a really, really rough draft of a book.
This year, my intention from the beginning was to write a book for Ana and Emma. Ana has bemoaned the fact that of all the books and stories I’ve written, none of them are written for kids her age. I have a schedule set for the books I’m planning to release over the next few months and have been ahead of the work on those, so I figured that NaNoWriMo was the perfect opportunity to write a book for the girls. How different could a children’s chapter book be from chick lit? Right?
I had the characters. I had the plot. I knew how the chapters would break down. I knew where we were going and how we were going to get there.
And so I started in on the first day with great enthusiasm. This thing? Was going to happen. And LONG before the end of the month and the busy Thanksgiving holiday season. The farther along I got, though, the more I discovered that it was getting done a lot faster than I had figured it would. And, holy cow, it was getting done with less words than I could have possibly imagined!
It’s day seven, and I’m at 25,000 words. Awesome. Except the story has been told, y’all. Sure, it needs a lot of revising and editing, but the story, as it stands in terms of plot and structure? Is written. And it’s written at a level that my children can read it, appreciate it, and enjoy it. Adding more plot to gain more words at this point would honestly detract from what’s been done, I think.
And so, I have FAILED at NaNoWriMo. Only a month into it, and I have FAILED. This is a blow to my ego, y’all.
But Ana and Emma are getting a book, written for them, in their stockings from Santa this year. Pretty exciting, huh?