As of November 6th, I’m not doing NaNoWriMo this year.
I signed up because it’s tradition – as much a part of my Novembers as going to Grandma’s house for Thanksgiving.
I signed up because I always think back to my first NaNo in 2010. The rush of the race. The camaraderie on the forums. The blessing of making my Avalon outlaws’ acquaintance.
I signed up because I said I would. I said it because I felt I had to. Felt like I needed someone’s permission not to participate, or a Valid Reason™ not to.
Well, I’m giving myself permission, and declaring my reasons’ validity.
I quit because this year, my heart doesn’t have the energy to throw its whole self into a project of any ambition.
I quit because over the first less-than-a-week of this year’s NaNo, I started stories that I quickly became too scared to continue, because how could I give them the tender attention they needed in the scant hours between the new day job and bedtime?
I quit because the NaNo numbers game is not playing well with my depression, and does not suit my process right now.
I quit because I’d rather let myself fall in love with a few hundred words every day – or every two days, or a few days here and there with a rest in between – than miserably churn out thousands of words I don’t have the wherewithal to care about.
I quit because, if I can’t relax into writing, then for the sake of my mental, emotional, and physical health, I really need to let myself find that rejuvenating downtime somewhere else.
I quit this arbitrary writing deadline so that instead I can read and color, play music and play with my nephew, take walks through autumn’s glory, and maybe sometimes just do nothing – all without a self-imposed burden of guilt.
I quit because, contrary to my anxiety’s belief, I don’t actually have anything to prove by forcing myself on.
I quit because I already know I have the discipline to make myself finish NaNo. Now it’s time to exercise one of my weaker strengths: The strength to say “no” and walk away.
I quit because, just as you can come out of a NaNo a winner even without hitting 50K, there are ways to lose even if you do.
So auf Wiedersehen, NaNoWriMo. Maybe next year. Peace out.
(Emphasis, I hope, on peace.)
10 thoughts on “I Quit; Here’s Why”
Simply, break eye contact…and walk away.
Done and done.
All perfectly valid reason, Danielle! I’m sorry to hear about your depression and NaNo making it worse. Hopefully stepping away from the daily word counts allows you to heal. Take your time with everything and look after yourself!
Thanks, Sarina. Letting myself off the hook has been a good move. I still have my down days, just with a lot more breathing room within them.
Girl, I’m so proud of you. I am contemplating quitting, too, but in the meantime I will celebrate your courage and discipline to know what your soul needs in this time. Praying for and loving you always! ❤
Always-love returned. ❤ If you need out, let it happen. Otherwise, I applaud every word you pour forth.
It’s good you recognize what it is you need right now and are going after it. Nano will always be there. The stories will be there when you can write them. Give your soul the nourishment it needs now, and don’t let guilt get in the way. I’m not making my words this year either. Other things are getting in the way. But feeling bad for not doing something certainly isn’t going to help. Hang in there, refill the creative well and see what happens.
Good for you.
So it seems to be. ^.^