I think Nanowrimo is cursed. Now, I don’t say this idly. I have thought about it, pondered the coincidences, tried to make other connections, and I have come to the conclusion that NaNoWriMo either hates me, or fate does.
Last year, I participated in Nano for the first time. To say I was excited about the possibility of writing a novel in a month, a huge endeavour on its own, was an understatement. I had my NaNo survival kit ready two weeks beforehand. Brand new gel pens, a whimsical notebook that advised me to “Stay Calm and Write”, I’d cleaned up my computer, dusted off my keyboard, researched the best techniques to successfully complete Nano and I was ready. Then Day One rolled around, and my landlords called and told me they were selling the house. So the rest of November was filled with packing boxes, writing a few hundred words, moving boxes, writing a thousand or so words, collapsing on a pile of my clothes that I no longer had the upper body strength to put away, and then more writing. It wasn’t what I was expecting. This was like extreme Nano, maybe even NaNoWriMo boot camp. I lost that cute notebook with all my notes during the move and had to freeball it for the rest of the 50,000 words to completion. But I’m happy to say, I got it done. It was tough, but I was proud of myself at the end of the day.
So when Camp NaNoWriMo came around, I was excited to be able to sit down and do it properly. I’d given myself a slightly lower word count, joined an all australian cabin (which is awesome, by the way. Huge shout out to those guys) and got my NaNo survival kit ready *this one contained an equally whimsical notebook with hipster foxes and bears on the cover, and contained infinitely more chocolate due to Camp Nano’s relation to Easter). The first day went fine, and I breathed a sigh of relief. However, on the second day, disaster struck. My new landlords called, and you guessed it, they want to sell the house. Time to move again. So back to packing, and scribbling down words in between wrapping plates and knick knacks and house inspections. But I am 8K words into it already, so wish me luck.
Maybe I’ll have better luck in November.