On the first of November last year, I started writing a book.
I was participating in NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month. Never mind that what I was writing was nonfiction. (NaNo Rebels are still allowed to participate.)
The NaNoWriMo goal is 50,000 words by the end of the month. I managed to wrap it up with about 60k. Of course, this was all breakneck pace, unedited work.
It was rough. That’s an understatement.
I wrote it, and then I just abandoned it.
As this year’s NaNoWriMo approached, I took a peak into last year’s work, and wow, was I surprised.
It was good. It was worthy.
It was readable. It was engaging. It made me want to keep reading.
Even better, it was absolutely relevant and important. It was useful.
The other thing I realized reading over that draft was all that I accomplished during the period in which I wrote it. Major life decisions took place while I was writing that material. The writing helped me to process things that would change the course of my life.
Really pretty amazing stuff.
So, here it is November again. I could NaNoWriMo again, or I could NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month – one post per day). Or, I could resurrect last year’s work, and start revising.
Suffice it to say, there will be writing, of one sort or another.