NaNoWriMo is almost certainly a “failure” this year

It’s November 25th, and I’m sitting at 19,200 words. It doesn’t take a degree in math to know that’s not nearly enough to “win” NaNoWriMo.

While I’m disappointed that things didn’t work out, I can safely say that it was never really in my hands to win or lose. I had a medical procedure (nothing big) that I expected to get me behind. But then my oldest got pneumonia, which put the rest of the family under a lot more strain. Things had to give, and totally voluntary writing contests are high on the list of things that have to shift first.

But still, I put failure in quotes for a reason. Because even if my word count won’t be hitting 50,000 this month, I have the beginnings of a good story down, and I’m much more in the habit of writing regularly than I was before the month started. So in that sense, I still benefited from participating, and that’s a win.

Sick spouses and children do not a productive writer make

I had Big Plans this weekend for getting some word count knocked out. Several thousand if possible.

Unfortunately, the Virus Fairy had other plans. The Mrs. got knocked down with a pretty severe head cold with sinus congestion, and for at least one day in there the baby had it, too. I actually ended up staying home and working remotely on Thursday so I could pinch-hit for my wife if the baby needed things. This weekend, she was still feeling pretty rough, so I spent a fair amount of time just on baby duty.

In addition, we had other things planned for the weekend, like helping friends move and taking the teenager to her gig at the local Renaissance festival. And I had to work it some time with the boy, of course.

Long story short, by the time I had much time to myself, I was brain fried and tired and let the writing go by the wayside.

Score for this weekend, Life 2, Book 0.