I’m still on track for winning National Novel Writing Month this year, and I’m pretty sure that what I’m writing is completely terrible. There are parts of it I don’t hate and parts of it that will be made better with revisions, but for now, I’m just slogging through this project because I want to finish it. That’s the point of NaNo, I hear. To make it through that part of the process where you just want to delete the whole thing and write something else, because finishing a project is the important thing. It could be the worst bit of drivel that’s ever seen the light of day, but it’s yours and it’s done, and you can say to yourself “I finished something!”
After that, you can move on to the next thing and that inner critic who keeps you from doing things can no longer say, “Why bother working on this? You’ve never finished anything before”. Because you have finished something, terrible as it might have been, so you can move on to better and brighter things.
That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway, because it’s the part in the middle that sucks the most. All the excitement and energy I had at the beginning is gone, and even though I’ve logged just under 25,000 words, there is still such a long way to go, and all the tea and peppermint mocha in the world isn’t enough to make the last 25,000 words any less daunting.
So here I am at the halfway point. Stumbling along one paragraph at a time and hoping I don’t fall flat on my face.