If you’re in the midst of writing your NaNoWriMo novel, you’ll understand what I mean when I mention the ways this annual event has disrupted my life:
- My sleeping/waking patterns have gone out the window
- I’ve begun discussing my characters as though they’re real
- Things that went unnoticed in the past are suddenly incredibly important–the architecture of buildings, ways you could maim or kill someone, how long it would take to go up a flight of stairs without the use of your legs…
Those are just the big, obvious things going on this November in my writer’s brain, but there are also many subtleties I hadn’t expected, as well.
- a pure sense of accomplishment
- renewed motivation to perfect my craft as a writer
- a sense of kinship with other writers, locally and across cyberspace
My experiences this month are hardly unique, but they’re the kick in the pants I need to fully embrace my identity as a writer. Will Oprah be featuring my book soon? Perhaps not. Will I be able to say “I finished the first draft of my novel in one month?” I surely hope so. Because for me, that’s the point–finishing. Can’t wait to see what else I learn this month.