Each November I pledge to myself that I am going to dedicate time to writing every single day with a goal of 50,000 words by the end of the month. (That’s roughly 1,667 words per day.) I always sprint out of the gate at the beginning and then by day five or so, I peter out and start skipping a day or two or nine and then write my fingers off for several days in a row, only to lose track of time and realize the month ended last week and I only have 10% written.
So this year, NaNoWriMo.com offered a Camp NaNoWriMo to kick off their fundraising event, by having a Summer version throughout July. I decided that would be fabulous to participate in because after four years of trying, November is clearly NOT my month for writing. So I started a “cabin” of my own, only none of my writer friends joined so the last week of June, I opened it up to anyone. My cabin mates were mostly quiet. Two seemed to interact occasionally with me. And we were all off and writing.
Two of my kids had to have their wisdom teeth extracted under full anesthesia within a week of each other and the dueling pain meds schedule and accommodation of soft foods combined with palatable textures for the one with Autism became my full-time job. And before I knew it, it was August and I only had 8,376 words completed.
July is not my month either, apparently.