When the November 1st email hit my inbox reminding me about writing 50,000 words this month, my breath caught in my throat.
I scheduled vacation in November.
My daughter's school's largest fundraiser was in November.
Add in my birthday (the last one before I'm officially old, my four-year-old says), Thanksgiving, Black Friday shopping, and steady assignments from my editors and clients, it was bound to happen:
I didn't win Nanowrimo this year.
For those of you who might not be writers or just don't know what I'm talking about, Nanowrimo is a yearly motivational project where authors all over the world take 30 days to type a novel of 50,000 words or more. The idea is that collectively, we all suffer together, and provide support. Anyone who writes 50,000 words in the time frame wins. And I lost.
Lesson learned: What sounds like a good idea in March might be a terrible one eight months later.
As much as I am a person who hates not finishing what I start, I realized something else at the end of November. My vacation was worth way more than a badge on my blog saying I won Nano this year. There's always next year for that. But who knows when I would have found $200 tickets to Saint Martin again? :)