As the dust settles for those who completed NaNoWriMo 2018, I’d like to reflect, as one who didn’t take part.
As a semi-full-time mother (with a broken laptop!), I knew there would be little point me taking part this year as I rarely get time to read let alone write, especially with Christmas on the horizon. But I’ve been watching colleagues on Instagram take part and following their journeys.
I won’t deny to being a smidgen jealous of those with the opportunity to take part, but I’ve thoroughly enjoyed watching them reflect and clock in their daily achievements. It’s been great seeing people post their graphs and their winner pages and being part of such an amazing journey. Because it is. Writing 50+K in a month is no mean feat!
So, will I take part next year? Honestly, no. I can’t see my situation changing that much to allow such dedication. (Though I do hope to have a new laptop soon!) My family comes first. People might argue that that shouldn’t be the case, that writing should be the most important thing in my life, but I can’t let it. Not when my child needs me. One year, I will get the opportunity so I shall enjoy that adventure when it happens.
If you are toying with the idea I would highly recommend it. The NaNoWriMo community is very supportive on Instagram (from what I saw), and would help make the experience even more special. Visit http://www.nanowrimo.org for more information. Happy writing!
There are two weeks left until the end of the academic year here in the UK so I’m currently struggling through tests and marking. I’m really looking forward to using naptimes on my author work rather than marking and planning.
My plans for the summer are:
- Edit my first draft to send to my editors.
- Organise my author website.
- Find a designer for my front cover.
- Finish a gift for any who sign up to my mailing list.
- Learn how to format properly
- Start plotting Book 2…
I think that should keep me out of mischief! *^_^*
As a very lucky mother to a young toddler, I don’t get much free time for my writing (Yes, I could wake early but I’m so shattered from teething that that’s currently impossible). So my writing time is restricted to naptimes, unless that naptime is needed to do planning for my lessons.
So, yesterday I had a clear naptime and had got my laptop out to start writing when my neighbour comes round for a chat.
An hour’s chat!
I could have cried! I probably should have asked to get on with the work I was blatantly about to undergo, but I didn’t want to be rude. Then my toddler woke up and all hopes of writing were gone.
What would you have done?
Hopefully today will be more successful…
Now, back when I dusted off my novel in 2017, all I dreamt about was finishing it. After editing, I then just foresaw me sending it off to agents and waiting. Waiting for them to tell me I’m amazing *cough*; that they had to represent me; that great things lay before me; that I’d be the next J. K. Rowling (I know, I know)
I then stumbled across Joanna Penn and her website and learnt about self publishing. Of course, I already knew of it but never condidered it seriously. Why would I self publish? I have little time to write let alone manage everything else.
But then, on reflection, why wouldn’t I? Why wait on someone else to decide if people will or won’t like it? Why not let the people think for themselves? And I’ll get my free-time back one day. Right? Plenty of time then to edit, market and publish my book.