Some days, writing doesn’t come easy. Well, that’s not really true, is it? After all, here I am writing this. So I guess it’s a certain type of writing that doesn’t come easy on some days. For instance, I’ve never been good with deadlines. Anything that has to be finished by a certain time or date is worse than work, it’s work that you have to keep up with, maintain a certain pace, or risk falling behind and then cramming at the last minute, which is the worst. I’m not afraid of work–even hard work. But I think work should be fun, and for me having a limited amount of time to do something isn’t fun. It’s the opposite of fun. It’s stressful, and I prefer my life stress-free.
I feel Douglas Addams when he says, “I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.” So why am I participating in NaNoWriMo then, you may well ask? Because I’m a masochist who enjoys the self-torture? No, not exactly. A deadline you choose to adhere to along with a bunch of other people who have their own stakes and absolutely none in what you’re doing other than to follow your progress and compare it to theirs whilst simultaneously cheering you on and being cheered on by you in what basically amounts to a friendly cooperative competition for the sheer fun and (hopefully) increased productivity of it all is very different from say, being asked to write around 1500 words per day by your employer.
Besides, it’s just the sort of incentive a lazy writer like me needs. Barring any major events that could really derail me (one year it was my mother dying, another it was losing my job and then my apartment), I’m unlikely to fail for the very reason that I have it in the back of my mind that NaNoWriMo is only one month out of twelve, and only comes once a year, and there’s really nothing else like it. Camp NaNoWriMo is fun because it’s a little more relaxed, but is it going to have the same effect of spurring me on? I guess that remains to be seen, as I certainly intend to participate in at least one of the two events taking place in spring and summer. But something tells me I need more discipline, not less.
No, not that kind of discipline! Not that I’d mind…
Ahem. And with that, it’s time for me to get back to my writing–the writing that counts right now, that is, deadline and all.