
This morning, I finally finished. I ended up with 50,332 words altogether.
I’m so excited I might come out of my skin.
It feels so good to go through this journey not only with writing but with myself. I found out through this process that being black and white and overly litigious with myself about word counts doesn’t inspire creativity. Before, when I would be a couple thousand words behind, I would make myself sit and catch up. I tried a different, more “gray” approach where I would come up with a plan in which I would write a little extra every day, and being kind to myself in this way made me want to keep going. Before, I would be so exhausted from cranking out 6,000 words in an afternoon that I took a break for several days, and the entire vicious cycle would start all over again.
When I look back on so many of my blog posts, I find that I do a lot of talking but not a whole lot of doing. I also compare myself to others, more in my head than in blogs. I want to compare myself to myself, and when I look at this accomplishment compared to the creatively “stuck” person I was before, I can definitely say that I am closer to where I want to be than I’ve ever been.
That feels nice.
It feels nice to do something for myself. And only myself.
Winning NaNoWriMo has always been on my Bucket List of things to do before I do. But now, I’m realizing that this is only the beginning in my journey toward becoming more creative.
NaNoWriMo may be over (until next year), but I feel as though my life as a weaver of words and a teller of tales has just begun.